Before I let you in on the deets, let’s get something straight.
I know you covet Monday nights. It’s no secret – mostly because you don’t hide it well (sort of like those 7th-grade bangs you butchered yourself but tried to blame on your Dad’s rogue Flowbee; yeah, we all knew the truth, Miz Scissorhands). A good UES-aspiring yupster like you just can’t miss “Gossip Girl.” Because if you do, whatever will you discuss with your besties on Tea-and-Crumpet Tuesdays while shirtless staff fan you with ostrich feathers on the chaise in your penthouse? Puh-lease. I hate to break it down for you so harshly, girly (and boys of the fey variety), but you should get over yourself. I heart Serena, Blair and the rest of the oversexed Park Ave. crew as much as the next delusional denizen of this fair city, but I know when to hold ‘em … and I know when to fold ‘em. We will never be them. So we might as well go bowling.
The silver lining of this newfound freedom is that Lucky Strike lanes and lounge isn’t your father’s bowling alley. Nope. This place has welcomed the likes of Rihanna; John Legend; John Mayer (who, if he spots you there, is certain to tweet that the way you pulverize the pins is like “athletic napalm”); and “GG” beauties Blake Lively, Ed Westwick and Jessica Szohr. Try to contain yourself, though; the stars don’t mingle with us common folk here. There’s a special room reserved for Hollywood’s self-appointed elite. It’s called Luxe Lounge, and it sounds too rich for our blood. Which is probably the point.
Either way, don’t sweat the celebrity sightings (or lack thereof), because you’re getting the sweeter end of this stick. On Monday nights, Lucky Strike hosts its Block Party!, featuring $22 all-you-can-bowl from 8pm to close. And shoe rental is included. I know, right. Even stuck up CeCe would be beside herself.
Even better, arrive early and you can enjoy half-price well drinks and select draft beer specials (they were $2.50 a pint the last time I bellied up to the bar) during happy hour, which runs from 5 to 9pm Mondays to Fridays.
A word of advice, however: Beware the dress code. Just because you’re slummin’ it in what could only be considered Hell’s Kitchen (unless they’ve come up with yet another new neighborhood name for us to remember), you should appear to have a reasonable amount of common fashion sense when venturing out in public. Err on the side of caution by abiding by this list of fashion dos and don’ts. Trust me when I tell you this: the door goons are douchebags (I’m fairly certain that bouncers everywhere are genetically predisposed to an incurable, often fatal, disease called dickheaditis), and failure to follow these rules will result in being turned away on the spot.
Yep, faster than you can say X-O-X-O.
42nd St. & 12th Ave. [Hell's Kitchen @ the Hudson River]
8pm – Close; $22