10th
Grand Central

“Bowling alleys are supposed to be seedy. The rental shoes are supposed to smell weird. You’re supposed to drink rotgut well drinks and eat Tater Tots that went straight from freezer to deep fat fryer. The owners are supposed to be lumpy, middle-aged men named Lenny with hacking coughs. But at Southeast’s new, swankified Grand Central Bowl, meatheads man velvet ropes, sushi shows up on the menu, bartenders muddle, and the crowd has that same desperately cool leather-jacket-and-$100-jeans look native to the Doug Fir. It’s uglier than Lenny ever could be.”- Willamette Week’s Kvetch-Fest
Seriously. I got cut off at Grand Central a while back for heckling bowlers. Garbage! That place suuuuucks.
About the people there looking “native to the Doug Fir”, I don’t think that’s totally fair. Grand Central has more of a Bridgeport Village crowd.

