How is it possible to wander the streets of downton Vancouver for decades and not realize there's a bowling alley on Granville Street? I was shocked at myself. The place was staring me right in the face, the big neon sign, the bowling pin shaped sandwich board straddling the sidewalk. Yet somehow I had missed it.
So I decided to go inside, and was shocked once more. The place is amazing, something right out of the 1930s. In fact it is right out of the 1930s, virtually unchanged for eighty years. And most amazing still, it was open for business but completely empty. Not a bowling ball was rolling anywhere. I may have discovered a new lunchtime hobby. But I don't have the time to spare. Oh ho. Ho Ho Ho. What a stupid line, eh? Had to use it. Other Commodore