Bowling Lanes

You walk in and the thick smell of greasy fries, heavy smoke, and old shoe leather hits you like a wall of bricks. By the door is a counter, behind which is a wall of Bowling Shoes. At the counter is a balding middle aged guy named "Steve" according to his nametag. He's smoking a cigar and watching a small black and white television playing reruns of "F-Troop." There are 10 brightly lit lanes here, and a huge trophy case in the back, as well as several racks of different sized balls, and a ball-washer. For instructions type ASK FOR INSTRUCTIONS. Obvious exit: southeast to the Highway.

Exits:

southeast