Welcome to Cha Cha Good

This is the sign that welcomes me as I approach my home every night, "Welcome to Cha Cha Good!" You might be thinking that I live next to a ballroom dance studio, right? Not so. There are no windows on the street level of Cha Cha Good... and were the huge heavy wooden doors accidentally left open, you'd catch no glimpse of Jennifer Lopez stretching at the bar.

What you would see, is evidence that the Japanese were here. You'd see mama-san, a middle-aged lady wearing too much make-up and tight shiny clothes serving fruit platters and beer snacks to middle-aged Taiwanese men with hair implants and bad dye job. These are (of course) the men not lucky enough to be on the little stage singing Taiwanese enka at the top of their lungs with mama-san's daughters.