Yesterday evening we headed down to Lucky Strike‘s opening night. It was… something. Ever been to a bowling alley with a dress code? Neither had we. This was the damn fanciest-ass night of bowling we’ve ever had the pleasure of attending.

Enter the space and you’ll find yourself in a dining area; straight ahead is the bar; to your left is the thunder of the lanes. There are pool tables tucked away somewhere, too. Lucky Strike strives for a lounge atmosphere — dark wood, boldly-colored light fixtures, and pop art are the dominant themes.

The circulating wait staff was friendly, attentive and pleasantly flirtatious (in a tip-maximizing kind of way). Thanks to the preview night we were able to sample a wide selection of Lucky Strike’s food offerings. The menu consists of only the finest in haute fryér: shu mai, breaded shrimp, mozzarella sticks, and inexplicable (but delicious!) buffalo chicken egg rolls. There are also pizzas, satay, and other high-class broiler fare. It’s greasy; it’s salty; it’s tasty. It’s bowling alley food, only more pretentious. You’ll be several thousand calories deep before you come up with any complaints.