Or the old new? I don't know, but it is a cool business model.Įhh. The bartender was less-than-friendly, and the lack of a concierge/hostess desk made it confusing and difficult to participate in the fun and games. It was difficult to differentiate employees from patrons. $15 per hour for a bowling lane also seems quite reasonable. The food and drink prices were on par with what you'd expect at comparable establishments. Pawtucket's Hope Artiste Village is a great spot, less than a mile from the Providence line that has been a near perfect adaptation of old industrial space for commercial and mixed use. She swiped the menus from us with quickness, and walked off in a huff. The bartender did not seem amused however at my decision not to order food. While not hungry, I was impressed by a menu that boasted offerings far superior to any traditional bowling alley, including crab-stuffed mushrooms and spinach artichoke dip with parmesan-crusted toast. The limited menu features many sandwich, appetizer, and snack options, all prepared from the aforementioned Bread Lab on the ground floor. I asked the bartender to glance at a menu. We polished off our first round of drinks, and went for round two. I forgot to ask how long we should expect to wait. I told him that was more time than we would need. He informed me that there was a 90 minute maximum for using a lane, as they hoped to accommodate as many bowlers as possible. I flagged him down and asked him about the process to procure a lane. Clipboard," as a bearded gentleman fitting the description (in that he was holding a clipboard), walked by. Luckily, I didn't have to embark on an epic quest in order to find the elusive "Mr. Her response was - and I may be paraphrasing here - "You've got to talk to the guy with the clipboard." She seemed almost annoyed by the question. I asked the bartender about how one could go about reserving a lane. On this night, there were two young gentlemen, sitting upon the barriers, waiting for the various bowlers in the five lanes to take their shots. Five of the lanes were in use, and the sixth had a crudely drawn sign that said "Reserved 9:15." Instead of mechanical ball lifts or automated pin setters, Breaktime Bowl and Bar employs individuals to sit at the end of the lanes, reset the pins, and send the balls back for the next frame. The bowling area itself featured six Duckpin lanes which were stretched out parallel to the bar. There was a small congregation of a dozen or so people at the bar to the left, and the sound of falling pins directed my attention to the right.
I had never believed that the scent of baking bread could ever be too much, but this was close.Īnyway, we followed the small signs to the third floor, and walked in to a very bright room.
The source: The Bread Lab, an artisan bakery and restaurant located on the first floor. The first thing we noticed upon entering the building was the overwhelming scent of baking bread. There was minimal signage to direct us, but we found our way. I - along with a friend - pulled into the parking lot adjacent to the Hope Artiste Village at around 9 pm on a Saturday, and walked toward the building I had previously known for live music (The Met) and for fresh produce (Wintertime Farmers Market), but on this date - for pins and pints.
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