I was at the company party, which was at an upscale downtown bowling alley. One of my co-workers was drinking a Bud Light in one of those bowling-pin-shaped bottles, but the way he was holding it, I could see neither the label nor the bulge at the top. I thought he had an Orval, and when it was clear he did not, I mentioned that I was about to ask him if they really had Orval there.
I don’t think he knew what the fvck I was talking about, although my pronouncing it “Orville” probably didn’t help any.
December 27, 2007 at 9:47 am |
I’m still trying to wrap my head around the concept of an “upscale, downtown, bowling alley.” I’m hoping for some swank, valley parking style goodness. Even better, an Alley on the 37th floor of the John Hancock building (complete with the occasional errant ball taking out a window and hurtling to earth.)
December 27, 2007 at 11:29 am |
It’s really hard to describe, but take all the Formica from a typical bowling alley and replace it with wood. Replace the fiberglass chairs with leather couches, hire young, good-looking waitstaff, charge five to seven bucks a game, and you’ve got the jist of it.
Here’s their website.
http://www.bowlluckystrike.com/
An alley on the 37th floor of the ‘Cock would be awesome!