don’t judge a town by its

bowling alley.

Bayou Bowl was definitely the funkiest alley I have ever visited; the walls look newly painted but everything else was ancient.  The metal arms that swung down to sweep the pins away creaked with every movement and threatened to fall apart any minute.  After paying, the guy up front handed us a giant score sheet and we made our way over to the lane.  One row of chairs faced the lanes and the last chair had no back.  I chose to sit in the next chair. Almost every time the pins were set back up, one would teeter over and when I looked closely, it seemed as though the tops of the pins had been chewed off.  We had a good time though and that’s really what counts.


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