Part II Lounge

Part II Lounge is the lounge formerly known as the Coda Lounge. It’ll always be the Coda Lounge to me. Especially because it’s the same friggin’ place!
I’m not really sure that I’m up to writing this review. There’s a problem with the Coda, and that problem is this:
If you get so drunk that you cannot even see straight, which you will, you’ll be unable to control your laughter at the guido scene that surrounds you, greatly increasing your chances of getting punched in the face. What I’m trying to say here is that you’re probably gonna get punched in the face.
But oh, my friends, it’s sooooooooooooooo worth it! Seriously, I’d take a shiner any day of the week for the real Coda experience. Italian girls who look like grilled sausages wrapped in polyester chatting up monosyllabic greaseball mongoloids. Greaseball karaōke! Greaseball food! (it’s actually decent bar food!) Greaseball getting punched in the face in the parking lot!
I generally don’t get completely tanked at bars anymore, but it’s pretty much impossible to leave the Coda vertically. Either you’re carried out by your friends or in a body bag. Why? Well, either you’ll go on a night where almost nobody is there, and the level of depression it induces will make you want to drink yourself to death, or you’ll go when it’s «hoppin’» (it doesn’t get busy, it gets hoppin’) and in an effort to make sense of what you’re confronted with you’ll pound a 750 of plastic-​bottle vodka before 7:30. Either way the outcome will be the same: Your drunk ass will uncontrollably laugh at the sausage next to you, and her personal Pauly D will pop you in the eye.
But don’t worry, there’s so much Axe hair gel on his hand it’ll just be a glancing blow.
Highest Recommendation!

This place was not fun – weird crowd, area, and the cook seemed lost.
Wouldn’t go here again.

Do not let the first impression rule your opinion of this place.
It’s kind of out-​of-​the-​way, it has industrial carpet, it’s kind of bare. But sit at the bar on one of those comfy stools, next to the guy who brought his guitar for open mic night but is content with strumming it wherever, and order a crazy drink from the cute and unassuming lady bartender. «It’s my second night,» she says with an apologetic smile. And to her credit, the drink menu is cah-​RAZY.
I had a Volcanix — a layer of leche de coco at the bottom of a fruity vodka mix, complete with a cherry ($ 7).
Unfortunately for my gal pal, her Very Berry Martini ($ 9) was minus the Pop Rocks rim promised on the menu, but it was still good enough to order two.
After the ultra-​sweet cocktail, I opted for a Sam’s Summer ($ 3.50).
This place has plenty of room to groove, if that’s your thing, and I was thoroughly enjoying the open mic music. The girl who occupied the stage for most of our visit was rocking. Great song choices, great voice, and the music wasn’t too loud, either. There is the added benefit of a partial dividing wall in the center of the room, taking the impact away from those at the bar. If you want to be part of the audience, you can, with tables and chairs in front of the stage. There are pool tables to one side of the lounge, too.
The bathrooms were clean, which is always a plus.
All-​in-​all, I was very happy with the atmosphere, the service, and the prices. I’m sad I missed Part I, but happy to have picked up on Part II.