http://nymag.com/nightlife/wheretodrink/2012/russian-nightspots/
Jelsomino
Broadway & W. 55th St.: 212-333-7799
   

Greatest musical moment: A young Jelsomino singer, in tight pants and with a lightning bolt painted on his face, crooning to pass the time between paying customers’ songs. (Brady Cudmore)

The experience: Book a reservation and come after 11 p.m. (it opens at nine, but things don’t pick up until later). It’s a karaoke joint with table service and expensive food and drinks. For $20 per song, you can belt out a tune on a small stage, joined by dancers and backup singers.

The vibe: Like being at your cheesy, rich Russian friend’s wedding after-party—at a dark underground lair with disco lights and director’s chairs.

Most opulent drink order: Glass of Rémy Martin Louis XIII au Chocolat ($145). There’s also table service with bottles up to $7,000.

Greatest musical moment: A young Jelsomino singer, in tight pants and with a lightning bolt painted on his face, crooning to pass the time between paying customers’ songs.

 

Worst musical moment: Any time a group of drunk, beefy Russian guys hit the stage, sparkled-dress dancers in tow.

What's pickled: Jar of “house-cured” pickles ($11).

Spot who's really Russian: Their song selection contains a heavy dose of synthesizer.

Seated in the men's room: A stylishly suited man passing the time with his iPhone, who turns on the faucet, squirts soap in your hand, and cheerfully compliments the nice weather we’re having.

Order like a local: No need; if you’re paying that much for a bottle, talk however you please.

Which Putin shows up? Shirtless, horse-riding Putin.