Nestled in the sweet nut of Chinatown at 104 Bayard Street, Winnie’s is famous for its Kryptonite, which is the adult version of a “graveyard” snowcone, except, you know, with alcohol instead of corn syrup. A word to the wise: the Literary Man has, on occasion, seen his literary friends kicked out of Winnie’s for using profanity on the microphone. Karaoke’s all fun and games, until someone sings “Total Eclipse of the Heart.”

Only the Penitent Karaoke Singer Shall Pass