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Drunken Llamas, Beer, and Tits at Seven Seas Karaoke Night in West Miami

Any bar with a rifle on the wall next to some kind of furry decapitated llama head wearing a Dolphins hat is fucking awesome in our book.

But Seven Seas, the great Red Road dive has more to offer. Namely karaoke, which the joint does three nights a week.

Here are some pictures from last night. And if you're into it, you can unleash your inner rockstar every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday night.

Seven Seas is a good place to drink. Beer and liquor are reasonably priced. And if you're into smoke, and flowers growing out of broken toilets, you can't beat the atmosphere.

The bar wasn't packed or anything. But there were enough people going in and out to keep it interesting.

We heard everything from Spanish love songs to "Dude Looks Like a Lady" to "Mack the Knife" to DJ Bernie doing a lounge version of "Gin and Juice."

Some people could even sing pretty damn good.

For a small joint, the place has four rooms, plus space to chill outside.

A lot of the walls are covered in awesome nautical gear.

All you gotta do to sing is write your name and song down on a piece of paper and hand it to the DJ.

Everybody gets their turn. We even drank some Budweisers and whiskey and ruined a perfectly good song just for the fun of it.

DJ Bernie is a good dude, and that Butthead shirt is good shit.

The Seven Seas bar has a lot of fans and regulars.

There are some funny characters who like to hang out there and that is what is great about the place. The bartender was on point, the beer was ice cold, and the manager bought us a cold one.

There are even tits on the wall.

Lots of 'em.

We've written about the place plenty of times over the years including Best Of wins for Dive Bar and Sports Bar.

There were no haters in the crowd and everybody who performed got rockstar-level applause.

The stage is big enough to bust a move, and the lyric monitor is an old TV from last century.

The song book has plenty of pages. But it could use some more Tom Waits.

Somewhere along the line, we lost all track of time, which is a good sign of being drunk. We have a bunch of weird pictures of somebody's foot, the wood floor, and a fire hydrant by the bathroom, but they all came out blurry. Some of the rest are in focus, though.

We went outside and pissed on the dumpster, and felt refreshed by that clean West Miami air.

Then we ran into Frank Sinatra.

And his Latin cousin, Francisco Sinatra.

Seven Seas is a good place to get fucked up and/or sing in public, if you're into that sort of thing.

And everybody seemed to be having a good time.

Even out front, there was a party going down.

If you've ever got nothing to do, go check the place out, play a game of pool, whatever. Believe it or not, the joint opens at 8 o'clock in the morning.

You might find out that you like the place. Or maybe you just haven't been there in a while.

Just be sure and take a sober driver with you. Or the drive/bike/skate home could end up looking like this.

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