In the same vein as Cafe Blink, Parao has the same blend of modern design and attractive barkeeps that inevitably separate fools (me and my friends) from their money. However, the main draw of this bar is its extreme proximity of buddy’s house across the street. This allows us to get trashed without worrying about the consequences of drunk driving. And ask anybody in the know, if you ever come in contact with a drunk Korean man, you’d better damn well expect some off key singing. This was after the five of us drank two bottles of Crown Royale in a span of two hours. I think the bill was originally around $400 but one of the servers took mercy on us and cut $50 off the tab. Somewhere in heaven Baby Jesus is crying right now.