Down a set of stairs in an old Milwaukee tavern sit two wooden bowling lanes that have been rolling since 1908. There are no automatic machines here.
A hired teen still crouches behind the pins and sets them by hand, just like more than a century ago. The lanes were stamped with a date, warehoused for years, and installed in a basement that has now welcomed pro bowlers, touring musicians, and curious families alike.
What makes a two-lane alley in a southside neighborhood worth a special trip across the state? The answer sits somewhere between the wood, the Polish flags, and the family that treats strangers like relatives…