Every now and then, you need to sing. Bon Jovi. Skynyrd. Sisqó. Whatever.
And while there are plenty of places to indulge the Jewel in your heart and the Steve Perry in your vocal chords, today we wanted to point you in the direction of a fairly new destination that not too many people are talking about. It’s also the only one where you might see Naomi Campbell or Calvin Klein (not to name-drop or anything)...
Say hello to the super hush-hush Wednesday Night Karaoke at Casa Tua, an evening of unbridled sing-along in a posh members-only lounge, now happening in South Beach.
First of all, let’s talk about getting in. If you’re a member, you and all your friends are welcome. If you’re not a member but you have dinner at Casa Tua and happen to wander upstairs afterward, you’ll probably be okay. If you’re not a member and don’t have dinner, you don’t know us. (Just kidding.)
Once up there, here’s what you’ll see: a lounge that feels a bit like your friend George’s vacation home in Lake Como (with around the same number of leggy foreign-TV hosts). The microphone’s at the bar, and between your sets of Christopher Cross and Michael McDonald, you’ll want to get comfortable on a white couch or leather bar stool next to a real estate mogul or maybe an Estefan.
And as far as what you’ll hear: all of the world’s greatest music—Sinatra, Diamond, Ice—filtered through the melodic rhythms of amateur voices. There’s even a set of bongos, if your “In the Air Tonight” cover could use some gravitas.
Nothing adds gravitas like bongos.
And while there are plenty of places to indulge the Jewel in your heart and the Steve Perry in your vocal chords, today we wanted to point you in the direction of a fairly new destination that not too many people are talking about. It’s also the only one where you might see Naomi Campbell or Calvin Klein (not to name-drop or anything)...
Say hello to the super hush-hush Wednesday Night Karaoke at Casa Tua, an evening of unbridled sing-along in a posh members-only lounge, now happening in South Beach.
First of all, let’s talk about getting in. If you’re a member, you and all your friends are welcome. If you’re not a member but you have dinner at Casa Tua and happen to wander upstairs afterward, you’ll probably be okay. If you’re not a member and don’t have dinner, you don’t know us. (Just kidding.)
Once up there, here’s what you’ll see: a lounge that feels a bit like your friend George’s vacation home in Lake Como (with around the same number of leggy foreign-TV hosts). The microphone’s at the bar, and between your sets of Christopher Cross and Michael McDonald, you’ll want to get comfortable on a white couch or leather bar stool next to a real estate mogul or maybe an Estefan.
And as far as what you’ll hear: all of the world’s greatest music—Sinatra, Diamond, Ice—filtered through the melodic rhythms of amateur voices. There’s even a set of bongos, if your “In the Air Tonight” cover could use some gravitas.
Nothing adds gravitas like bongos.