At mid-city lanes, is where we cut a rug to live zydeco, and bowled some 10 pin. You can get a mean portion of jambalaya at the back where the false building facades conceal a food stand and some sitting room. There's nothing finer than the mixing sound of all the bowling pins crashing in a perfect strike to the backdrop of accordion, washboard, creole lyrics. All underneath a beautiful disco ball moon and christmas lights that spider out and give the sense of being outdoors in the town centre of a small town annual spring fair.
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