This is a Karaōke restaurant on Bellaire. Those ‘in the know’ know all they need to know from that 1st sentence, including the type of atmosphere, the clientele, what time the doors lock, what they let you get away with, and what time they *actually* close down. But this review isn’t about that. It’s about the food. My GOD, the food! I hate Cordon Bleu cognac. And I especially despise shooting it. But put that sour soup hot pot and crispy chicken bites in front of me and by God I’ll shoot, chug, ingest, and possibly inject anything you push towards me. Yes, I was a bit drunk. Yes, I’m exaggerating. But not about the food. It really was Just. That. Damn. Good.