While doing research for this week’s Happiest Hour, Marti Jonjak got an eyeful of underpants during some very spirited karaoke performances at Frelard’s Ravioli Station:

It’s a stranger’s birthday party, and like scenes from a dream, a few people strip to their drawers as they sing karaoke. Everyone just watches, disarmed and smiling. A woman in a plain black bra and panties flings her body around like a slam dancer—she’s a gorgeous mix of clenched muscles and tattoos. One fella wears briefs so fresh, the whiteness cuts right into your eyes.

Ah, the power of $2 PBR drafts.

Find out what else goes on during Ravioli Station’s happy hour here.

Megan Seling is The Stranger's managing editor. She mostly writes about hockey, snacks, and music. And sometimes her dog, Johnny Waffles.