There’s part of me that doesn’t want to say the name of this bar and club in my review, because history has shown that by the time you say the name aloud three times, it disappears; this bar is the anti-Beetlejuice. Many things have been tried in this space, but the one thing that has appeared to withstand the constant changes is the karaōke machine, which services Family Bar’s runoff on weekends. The karaōke machine is right by the door to this awkwardly shaped bar, however, which can often be the deciding factor for a group thinking of going in. Someone’s butchering Queen again? Probably time for an early night.
