by Ron r. on
Never again! If you plan on bowling this is not the place to go. I have been here a few times thinking it can not get any worse but every time they prove me wrong. I have never waited any less than 2 hrs for a lane even though half the lanes are not being used. Don't try and bring this up to the front desk because all they will say is that they are resevered, which they are not. These lanes will remain open til the lights are out. I am convinced they make you wait several hrs so you can have overpriced, watered down drinks and crappy food. The waiters and waitresses are very friendly but the same cannot be said to the staff in the frontdesk. They are rude and miserable. One day a girl (I wish I caught the name) gave me an attitude after I waited nearly 3hrs. for a lane that she said would only take one. The frontdesk will never give you a correct or straight up answer. They will always say "your lane will be ready soon". If you're looking to have a good time and actually do some bowling, cross over to Brooklyn Bowl. There might be a little wait also but you will have good time with great food, great drinks and live entertainment.
by Ian Beseau on
As with everyone else, I was subjected to the heavy pours of this place and had it hit me out of nowhere. I recommend getting the "blueberry lemon-drop". It's not listed on the menu, but my server recommended it to me. Super tasty and you don't really taste or smell much alcohol in there, but in there it definitely is! Update: A friend of mine was in town and wanted to experience "local color". She's also been in the restaurant and bar business for several years and prefers higher end alcohols, so I took her here. While there, she made eye contact with someone and waved him over. The fine gentleman turned out to be a very drunk, very loud, and very gay man. He looked at my friend and would comment on her beauty. The he'd look over to me and say how "we dream about you". I chose to take it as a complement, though I was a bit creeped out. His husband tried to drag him away to no avail. However, he finally took the lemon off my martini glass, sucked on it, and dropped it straight back in with a nice splash. Needless to say, I didn't finish it, but I can say that local color was indeed shown.