I’ve wondered what the Roadside Attraction was. You can’t tell from the street. I was just in that neighborhood for a birthday party at Grand Central Bowl, which I obviously hadn’t been to in awhile. It’s, um, changed a little.

Gone are the days when you needed a gang affiliation and a tetanus shot to get in. I applaud their creativity. It’s time we reclaimed the bowling alley and made it a classy place that serves not chili cheese fries but pear and gorgonzola salad and garlic prawns. (They do.)

Grand Central now also has conference rooms, a private sky box, fireside lounges (seriously) and private luxury seating in something called a VIP bowling lounge. And I’m not going to lie, we had a good time. Though my Pacific Crab Stack did need more wasabi aioli.

Cheers,
Emily

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