Growing up in Rexburg Idaho, the local bowling alley was a non-descript cinderblock building on the outskirts of town. The dirt and gravel parking lot was filled with pick-up trucks and cigarette butts, and the interior of the bowling alley featured dark faux wood paneling, beer stained carpet, and the stale smell of cigarette smoke, body odor, and regret. Man I had some good times there!
Like most things, New York City has it's own way of doing things.
A few weeks ago the gang went out for a night of NYC style bowling- organized by the aging birthday boy Joey.
For a cool $15 a game (another big difference from the $1.50 I remember from my childhood), we spend all night laughing, eating, drinking, and striking out in Times Square.
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