Where: Detroit, Michigan
When: February 28, 2015
With: Dave, Jenna and friends
While our first night out had been a classy one, our next night out on the town was more the scene that Detroit is about: an up and coming urban hotspot that retains the grit that gives Detroit its charm. The entrepreneurs of the evening were the guys who founded The Fowling Warehouse.
A warehouse in a rundown neighborhood on the outskirts of Detroit, this place only serves two things: booze and fowling. They highly encourage you to bring your own food (or just order delivery), though some nights, they just bring in food trucks from local restaurants.
Now, let me take a step back. What is fowling, you may ask?
Basically, teams of two stand at either end of a large space with ten bowling pins in front of them. Then, a partially deflated football (deflate gate!) is used to attempt to knock your opponents pins down before they knock down yours.
While that's the basic description, it's only the beginning. Twelve "alleys" are lined up right alongside each other and the rules say that if someone's football from a different game hit your pins, the downed pins stay down. Therefore, within the nets of this warehouse is complete and utter mayhem. Balls fly, pins clatter, drinks spill. It's a free for all and it's amazing.
It took Dave and I two games to get the hang of it, and then we were basically pros. I promise I'm not bragging, we didn't lose for 2 1/2 hours! Apparently, the entire place knew who we were, and everyone wanted a chance to knock us off our podium of awesomeness. We were finally beat in an epic battle of spirals, but I think it was about time, as our arms and bladders needed relief.
I have a feeling that this was the first of many times spent fowling. Perhaps we should join a league?
When: February 28, 2015
With: Dave, Jenna and friends
While our first night out had been a classy one, our next night out on the town was more the scene that Detroit is about: an up and coming urban hotspot that retains the grit that gives Detroit its charm. The entrepreneurs of the evening were the guys who founded The Fowling Warehouse.
A warehouse in a rundown neighborhood on the outskirts of Detroit, this place only serves two things: booze and fowling. They highly encourage you to bring your own food (or just order delivery), though some nights, they just bring in food trucks from local restaurants.
Now, let me take a step back. What is fowling, you may ask?
Bowling + Football = Fowling
Basically, teams of two stand at either end of a large space with ten bowling pins in front of them. Then, a partially deflated football (deflate gate!) is used to attempt to knock your opponents pins down before they knock down yours.
While that's the basic description, it's only the beginning. Twelve "alleys" are lined up right alongside each other and the rules say that if someone's football from a different game hit your pins, the downed pins stay down. Therefore, within the nets of this warehouse is complete and utter mayhem. Balls fly, pins clatter, drinks spill. It's a free for all and it's amazing.
It took Dave and I two games to get the hang of it, and then we were basically pros. I promise I'm not bragging, we didn't lose for 2 1/2 hours! Apparently, the entire place knew who we were, and everyone wanted a chance to knock us off our podium of awesomeness. We were finally beat in an epic battle of spirals, but I think it was about time, as our arms and bladders needed relief.
I have a feeling that this was the first of many times spent fowling. Perhaps we should join a league?
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