Bowling Vigo

If there was a Spanish version of The Big Lebowski, would The Jesus be «El Jesús?» [1]
It’s places like Bowling Vigo that make me realize how messed up New York has become. Why do I have to get dressed up like I’m going to Pascha to get past the bouncer at Lucky Strike?
As you enter Bowling Vigo, you may think that you just stepped into a rec room that has been untouched since 1975. There’s a creaky billiards table, long fake wood-​panel tables, a slightly dilapidated dartboard, and lots of old-​school arcade games to keep you occupied while you wait for your turn to bowl.
Descend the stairs to a dungeon-​like basement and you encounter 8 bowling lanes. Because there are only 8 lanes, there’s a 99% chance that you will have to wait in queue, go upstairs and play some foosball, or throw back a beer or two.
But once you start bowling, you’ll forget all about the wait. Adults, little kids, and teenagers alike are having a blast, or if their bowling skills are on par with mine, humiliating themselves. The lanes are well-​maintained, there’s enough equipment so no one is fighting for the 9 pound bowling ball, and the shoes are not growing live and active cultures. Later into the night, there’s «moonlight bowling,» complete with strobe lights and techno’s greatest hits.
Whenever there was a «technical difficulty» (e.g., pins getting stuck in the gutter), an attendant rapidly resolved the issue.
At 3.50 euro a game, Bowling Vigo is a relative bargain. The hipsters would love this place.
«That rug really tied the room together.»
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