Coming Soon: Swanky Bowling Lanes on 7th

Lucky Strike Lanes

I'm sure you've seen the Lucky Strike sign on 7th Street in Fort Worth for months. Boutique bowling? I believe so, and the voguish 10-lane upscale bowling lounge opened the first week of May! Forget all of your previous mental associations with bowling alleys. It even has a dress code. I'm intrigued, aren't you?

They always say the invitation sets the mood for the event — mine came for the ally's grand opening in digital format with pictures of attractive young people, pink martinis and club music that they probably haven't heard yet in Gizmo's Disco on West Camp Bowie.

I checked out their website for more info. The 5-page menu looks as hot as the people on their website. It's complete with gourmet burgers, pizzas, salads and small plates. Check it out by clicking here. It doesn't close until 2 a.m. on weekends and will have an outdoor patio. According to the website it has a four-lane private bowling suite for those of you who want your own piece of the bowling lounge.

I'll be covering the grand opening so stay tuned.

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