The noise is excessive and unrelenting. The bar is mostly empty (not as shown in the photo, presumably from 5-10 years ago in Yerevan’s karaoke prime), so the vast drink menu is a reflection of what is available in the SAS Supermarket across the street. The service is slow and indifferent. The clientele is gregarious, territorial, and wholly dedicated to the style of raspy Russian pop music common in taxis driven by low-level criminals in the former Soviet Union. We ordered four bottles of local beer and three songs to start. Over the next 10-15 minutes while we waited for any of those aims to be achieved, one member of our party sought the restroom but accidentally opened the door to what was instead a bedroom with a woman in it... waiting... on the bed. A second door in the same vicinity was locked. It does not take much imagination, if any, to surmise that this karaoke bar is doubling as something unsavory. In conclusion, this bar is highly recommended if you’re interested in deafening Russian music and paying for intercourse.

The place is not so hot, like face control (they think of themselves, in fact, the eatery), a strange audience is going, I do not advise. I often noticed girls of easy virtue, men are not allowed separately (in pairs) waitress service with ambition.