Buddha Lounge

“HELLO BUDDHA!” she shouts into the phone. Tiny Chinatown bar that’s more divey than Greg Louganis. Sorta like Charlie Chan meets Blue Velvet meets Barfly meet snuff film. Too scary for tourists, so mostly a hip in-the-know local crowd. Perfect for those Sunday afternoons when you feel like getting drunk on Miller Light and pumping fun tickets into the jukebox. Lifer Chinese bartenders are a trip, providing free entertainment. Double dare you to sit on the toilet seat.