KARAOKE EVENING AT BUDDHA IN WESTLANDS
I always avoided Buddha bar in Delta Tower, Westlands.
The last time I was there a year or two ago, it seemed too young and too loud and the service was dreadful. Recently I had dinner at Nyama Mama downstairs (chapati wraps and guacamole) and after dinner they said, “How about we go upstairs for one then head out?”
By this time I had seen droves of young-uns going upstairs; university looking girls, boys in skinny pants and massive hairstyles, young professionals, after work herd in their loosened ties and suits and pencils skirts. I wasn’t exactly inspired. But I went. Because I’m a team player.
It wasn’t full (yet), but the music was ground swelling.
There was a deejay in the booth, a good one. The seats around the bar area were all taken already. So were the seats near them. We took the seats nearest to the door.
The music got better and better until someone starting talking on the microphone, turns out it was karaoke night every Thursday. The host and the hostess were offering tequila for people who were brave enough to sing; there weren’t short of people who wanted to sing, it seemed. The night went better than I thought. People sang great jams, not corny titles like for Judy Boucher. One gentlemen who got a standing ovation did something by Maxwell. Electric performance.
At some point it got sardinepacked and the whole place throbbed like a wound, but it never lost its fun or its hat. Drinks took slightly longer to get to the table but it was a small inconvenience to the amount of fun in the room. Eventually, at 11pm we left and ran into a bigger crowd of people coming in, the night just beginning for them.
They were offering tequila for people who were brave enough to sing