Have a Karaoke Fetish?

“I wanted to do a karaoke night where I could sing what I wanted and not have people glare at me,” explains Joseph Bonilla, as he gestures around Fuci-Fino (pronounced:fuk-if-I-know). The bar is duded up in underwear, bras, and other mementos of drunken evenings gone by. The crowd is as diverse as the décor: bikers mingle with goth kids, and in the corner booth a very lucky metal enthusiast is getting an impromptu lap dance from a busty gal in a short skirt. She’s interrupted, mid-grind, to take the stage. “So I called it Scaryoke to keep all of those other people away. It worked!” says Bonilla, smiling proudly at the sordid scene.

His brainchild has done more than just catch on; it’s attracted a weekly crowd of party people that press near the building’s maximum allotted capacity. Buckets of beer (five for ten bucks: domestic bottles) stack on the tables like plastic sandcastles; a fetish boy with waist-long hair has his limbs fanned out behind the stripper pole; just as he tries to do an exaggerated spin he tumbles to the floor. The crowd applauds; he takes a bow. And that’s the thing about Scaryoke, aside from it’s obvious charm (namely that it’s fertile ground for Mazzy Star serenades, Dead Milkmen punk anthems, and Flo-Rida booty jams), it feels like you stumbled into a wonderful house party where you don’t have to clean up afterwards. Bring your friends and join the fun, it all goes down at Fuci-Fino (2500 W. Oakland Park Blvd., Oakland Park). Just when you thought it couldn’t get better: there’s no cover for this weekly event which runs from 9 p.m. to 1 a.m. Call 954-822-6350.
Wednesdays, 2008