On a related note, the bowling alley we went to was like taking a step back in time. This was a good, old fashioned bowling alley (not a modern, flashy, digital bowling-plex of the 21st century). The kind of bowling alley I remember from my childhood. It had the smell of stale cigarette smoke (yuck!). The decor was like something out of the 1960's. There was no electric scoring (remember when you had to keep score with pencil and a scoresheet?). There were no bells and whistles (no glow bowling, no bumper bowling, no flashing disco lights, no video games). There were just some old bowling lanes with beat up house bowling balls. There was a guy running the place who was somewhere between 85 and 90 years old (no joke). This old fellow was the only employee in the whole place (at least for a short time) and seemed to be enjoying the work. He worked at his own pace (slooooooow!) and all the customers seemed fine with this. I'm guessing most of the customers were regulars and knew what to expect from ol' Gramps. If you were looking for a fast-paced experience, you were in the wrong place. The place might be described as quaint (if a bowling alley can be quaint) and possessed a certain charm. This is the kind of place we love. Simple, inexpensive, slow paced, uncrowded, uncomplicated and a genuine blast from the past. Newer and bigger is not necessarily better.
The place looked a little like this:
And NOT like this:
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