Quegori Norebang

Time to ship all these dirty prostitutes and do-woo-mi’s back to Korea. They came to States because they couldn’t compete with «young and fresh» hostesses in Korea. Either way, they are all hostesses. All of their faces look deformed with too much plastic surgeries. They think getting surgeries will help them get a good husband. LOL. More like the opposite. However I don’t have a problem with non-​Korean hostesses doing all that stuff. Let them do whatever. But if you’re Korean, that’s a no-​no. I just feel like Koreans have to do better than that. Honestly ask yourself if you are one of them. «What would your parents think about you?» «Is your future bright?» «Which type of man will marry you?» I’m doing this to be helpful, not to ridicule.
Also I still can’t believe that there are guys who are okay with paying them 2 bills to just play. I mean step up your game rather than paying these illegals so they can stay in America. Koreatown has become one of the worst counties in Los Angeles because of this. Worst thing is that everyone in LA outside of K-​town knows it too.

BEWARE of this place!!! I was recommended to go to Bool-​E-​Ya, but they wasn’t open until 1:00 AM. Instead this place was in the same plaza and was open, we tried to check it out. I came to find out that this place is really shady and disgusting! My boyfriend and my friend’s boyfriend went in to get a room. They asked if they needed any girls to join them. Why would anyone go so low to pay some girls to sing with? This place was not even cheap and not even nice.
I would never come here or near this place ever again!

Very Rude!!! I don’t know how a business runs like this with such rude management!
Somehow my friends and I always end up here. We inevitably have a boozy night, find ourselves in need of some soul-​cleansing karaōke madness, and end up grumbling about how we should NOT go to quekori. Then, somehow, we’re walking through the door… and getting a room… and getting scammed. Again.
The place is also DISGUSTING. The rooms smell like vomit. NO joke.

Dem dolla dolla billz came at my face– some ghetto words for a ghetto place, but I usually love a ghetto place.
For the absolute worst service and management I have experienced or heard of in my life, I have never been so quick and excited to write a review or been so sad to have to even give up 1 star for this place. Really, how has this business survived with such terrible reviews and clearly no improvements in service within the past couple years.
The reviews below are all true. Shady, rude workers, prepare to get over charged if you even run past 1 minute of your hour (but I’d say leave 5 minutes early because not all clocks run on the same time).
It was a great time, good friends and company for my friend’s birthday. Really, your karaōke box was so nice and accommodating but your people… Oh well.
Well, even before getting out of the room a couple minutes after our hour was up and got over charged… they had already over charged, so be careful.
When they asked for tip, upon hearing someone mumble that there was no service provided I had the bills that we just gave to the guy as tip all of a sudden thrown at me while the guy was telling us to leave and never come back here.
A friend lost a phone and we asked if it would be possible to rewind the security tape on the screen behind him in case she might have just replaced the phone and not left it there (even though FindMyIPhone showed that her phone’s location was indeed here).
Oh, that did it again. «Why don’t you hire a search warrant and search my place. Search warrants are $ 300 if you can pay that» Thanks to your tip thrown in my face from the night before I might just get a search warrant going just for kicks. The more the merrier!
This place needs improvement in management, anger management that is. But props for staying in business for so long with that attitude and lack in care for improvement, I would never be as capable

Before the creation of high priced LA norebangs and prior to the start of the popular «doh woomi» craze, Quegori Norebang was the after hours place to be. Now, I’m surprised that this place is even open for business. Located near 8^th and Hoover, on the outskirts of K-​Town, this karaōke room is available till the break of dawn. There were nights when we walked out of this place, getting a full taste of sunlight, heading out to find a proper place to sober up.
The hourly room rate for a small room is a bit cheaper than the other lavish locations in Koreatown. The advantage is that they’ll hook you up after 2AM, so try to get chummy with the workers, if you can. The venue is crummy, the bathroom doors are always broken, the karaōke machines are sub par, people will smoke inside, and you might have to do a double take to catch something shady. In this day and age, I’d rather pay more for comfort and convenience. I doubt I’ll make an effort to come back here, since there are plenty of places that fit the bill, at a reasonable price of course.
«I only sing in the shower. I would join a choir, but I don’t think my bathtub can hold that many people» — Jarod Kintz.

The Good: They are open until very late and still serve alcohol.
The Bad: Smoking is allowed indoors so it gets smoky. It’s trashy and shady. If you sing even 5 minutes after an hour, you will be charged for a second hour.
Try: anywhere else if you want to have a good NRB experience.
Don’t Try: this place if you’re just looking for something to do at night. It’s not worth your money or time.

The two cashiers over charged $ 120.00. We sang for 2 hours, usually charges $ 30/​per hour. The Manager said the prices went up to $ 80 per hour? WTH? Crazy, never going there again and i’ve been a customer for 15 years.

It’s the most Ghetto Norebang i’ve been to. Hell, i’ve seen better alley ways that can be a better platform for people to sing and hang out in, than this place. I remember the first time i visited, it felt like I was in the 90’s, and thought, they might want their décor and walls back.
Although i’m not sure if they still do the «ahem» store your juice in the arrowhead water bottle trick so the ABC doesn’t go pouncing on them after 2am, it’s probably not the best place to sing and hang out in, especially when you have girls passed out on the floors, the bathrooms stankin of puke and over flooded toilets, and the guys running the place like they don’t give a shit about hospitality or service.
Of course it’s not like how it was back in the days when people got shot or you were at some ghetto ktown trash meeting. I’ll give it to them it has improved, but not by leaps and bounds. I do advise people should go somewhere else, it’s not worth your life, or wasting your time here.

Que Gori Norebang — worst transliteration of Korean ever BTW, although Ggeh Ggoh Ree just seems too out of place — is one of those joints you never really notice until it’s after hours and your party is more than a little tipsy chasing the night. In fact, I don’t believe that I have ever been here under any other circumstance. It completely inhabits that «skeezy/​about to make bad decisions» niche for which K-​town is famous.
To those inclined, Quegori is like the poor man’s (actually, the incredibly destitute man’s) room salong. For those not in the know, a room salong is essentially a hostess bar where men pay ridiculous markups on watered down liquor to have extremely attractive women pour drinks and keep them company while cavorting to the sounds of almost-​always-​badly sung karaōke tunes. And yes, I always add «g» to the word «salon» in the Korean parlance as I falsely believe that it adds a touch of class to the term. Which is just another indicator of your humble author’s penchant for self-​delusion.
Anyway, so back to Quegori: sure there are people that go to sing here and are unaware of its seedy underbelly. But there’s also a distinct minority of male groups of customers who may or may not be served alcohol in styrofoam cups depending on the hour of patronage, and could or could not have «doumi» girls waiting in the wings, who might or might not be paid $ 120 for 2 hours, plus tip to potentially give comfort in the form of ego-​stroking, cigarette lighting and of course providing the most important function of all: higher harmony. Cuz I mean seriously, how you gonna sing Queen’s «Bohemian Rhapsody» without three parts???

GHETTONESS. Seriously what establishment makes you take shots from styrofoam cups??? Coming from Karnak, I already had 9 shots but I hadn’t lost consciousness yet so at the ripe time of 2:15am we decide to head off to .
2 stars for the fat tasty rolls of uncut free kimbap at the front desk. I took a couple and started to slap people with it like they were big ****s.
So basically after singing all the kpop hits, I tried to find «End of the Road» by Boyz II Men, but I dont think they offer American songs and I was tired of trying to use the remote in the wildly inebriated state I was in. Then I realized I was exhausted and knocked out on the couch. I wake up to see people partially dressed, possibly fornicating right then and there. It is time to go.

Always open, always ‘accomodating’ (if u kno what i mean) so I’ve no complaints about this place. i can sing for 10hrs straight here, no prob!

«Without incriminating them — you can order special drinks in styrofoam cups and party till the break of dawn! «
Eddie L. said it. you didn’t hear it from me.

I’ve been going here for years — Few reasons why you should hate this place:
1) Place is old.
2) Song selection is under par.
3) Usually you’re here for round 3 – 6 late at night.
4) See above + you’re going to see some of K-Town’s drunken finest.
All the above doesn’t really matter if you get in good with the people here.
Without incriminating them — you can order special drinks in styrofoam cups and party till the break of dawn!