Although I went to Noda 101 at 9:30 on a Monday night, perhaps the saddest time to go to a karaoke bar, aside from a scenario in which you're alone singing "Total Eclipse of the Heart," I had a wonderful time. The atmosphere is fresh and funky enough and dare I say gay as hell. Although gay people might be the only people sad enough to sing karaoke on a Monday night. Nevertheless, I was very comfortable with getting up on stage and embarrassing myself. Of course that could have been because the bartender kept me L.I.T. all night long with her potent-but-no-trace-of-alcohol beverages.