by Karyna K. on From the moment I stepped up to Bowlmor for a friend's birthday, a series of 'firsts' happened which had me constantly looking up towards the sky for the lightbulb, trying to decipher it all. First of all there was a roped off area with a bouncer and hostess, and I had to look at the sign again to make sure I was at the right place. At this point I was confused - very confused. I remember going bowling when I was underage so wasn't sure what the bouncer was for. He pulled the rope and let me through. I walked up to girl behind the counter who looked like she was about to hit me with a cover charge. Ummmm...again...isn't this a bowling alley? I told her I was here for a birthday and she pointed to the elevator which I was supposed to take to level 3. At this point I was curious as to what the other levels entailed....and due to the high security to get into this joint, could only think of girls dancing around poles. Unfortunately the lift man wouldn't do a pit stop at each floor for me to take a peep. Once inside the place was dark, lit up with neon lights and Kiss' "you shook me all night long" was blaring through the speakers. The event planner came to greet us all which again was quite bizarre. I remember as a kid rocking up to the bowling alley, grabbing the clown shoes, some greasy food and knocking down the pins. We had an open bar and a waitress who was very attentive, and then my brain quickly scrambled back to the moment I got out of the cab, and it finally realized why there was a bouncer ready to ID me. Apart from the booze, the food was actually quite good - very well presented on platters brought straight to where you're bowling. The alcohol is served in real glasses and not the plastic crap. Can I just say - this would NEVER and I mean never happen back in my homeland Australia. There is no way they would let Australians drink alcohol and bowl - especially in real glasses. There would be bowling balls thrown across 20 lanes just for a laugh, alcohol spilled on the floor just to see how sticky it can get, and glass shattered everywhere from drunk hand syndrome. Yes we are a sophisticated bunch when alcohol is soaring through the veins. Throughout the night the music didn't change from 70's & 80's rock which although was right up my alley, I'm sure others would have liked a variation. Once leaving, there was a chaotic line which stretched a long way down the street. Didn't realize bowling these days now warranted a 2 hour wait in the street in hope that the bouncer lets you in. I must be getting old ***sigh***
by Sora B. on Please read Emma C.'s review below because she's so concisely put everything to beware about this place.Twice was enough for me and I would go only if my friends from out of town beg me on their knees.
