The Karaoke Expedition at Trader Todd's

You arrive unsure—half-expecting a bar, not an expedition. The air smells of pizza, pineapple, and possibility. A parrot squawks from above as laughter rolls across the tiki-lit room. Someone hands you a microphone; it feels heavier than it should—like destiny disguised in chrome. Then, as the music swells and your voice rises into the glow, you realize this isn’t karaoke. It’s discovery—your own legend set to a power ballad and the rhythm of adventure.