Nothing says Saturday like some easy afternoon bowling with beers, pogos, hotdogs and poutine. Ok so the entrance is subtly indicated, and you climb 3 floors of stairs painted red, yellow and blue and smelling strangely of swimming pool to get inside where it’s brightly lit and even more brightly painted. Once inside about 15 old school kiddie bowling lanes are occupied by about 5 groups of bowlers, a nice mellow mix of families and groups of friends from around Petit-Patrie. The lanes and balls are old and a bit banged up, but the shoes are clean and snazzy and in keeping with this old bowling alley’s kooky charm(don’t you step on my blue suede shoes.)