Lucky Strike Lanes

What are these strong drinks people speak of?? If I had just had at least that, it would have been worth more stars. I was forced here because my friend wanted to bowl for her b-day. Bowl? Awesome! I used to be on a league and we had a great time!

A dress code? what? How the hell do you bowl all dressed up? Fine. i was impressed at first. Okay, pretty inside. Trendy but cool. All loungy and chic and shit. But the wait for the lanes was horrible and our drinks were so weak no one could catch a buzz. Including the light weights. Maybe it also had to do with the fact that our waitress was never around, so drinks were few and far between. When we finally gave up and went to the bar and ordered from the bar tender, we were literally scolded and yelled at by our lovely, and attentive waitress. food was good. Grown up savory s’mores. potato egg rolls. But about as good as good as Claim Jumper. What seemed like a few days later, we finally get our lanes and play. Playing is fun, but now our waitress was even more scarce. We finally glimpsed her rushing by us, several of us tackled her, held her down and ordered. I finally had to tell her to please actually add vodka to my drink this time.

Then the walk to the bathrooms was scary. You walk down a long, flickering, empty, industrial hall way. Mental note: Bring mace next bathroom trip. Amusing though when every time I walked out of the bathroom, I would see a poor lost female with a look of fear on her face wondering if going the right way. I would helpfully tell her to RUN! Don’t loiter!!

Of course we don’t let b-day girl pay and when we get the bill we are shocked at the price of bowling. By the hour. Who pays by the hour??

I prefer my dingy bowling alleys where you wear your comfy duds and get greasy fries and burger at the food window and a good stiff cheap cocktail in the dark, cheesy, outdated bar.