King Pins

You know that feeling when you suggest bowling and everyone groans about sticky floors and tragic shoes? King Pins at White Rose actually gets it right. The lanes are properly maintained, the lighting doesn't make you look like you're dying, and crucially, the food doesn't taste like it's been under a heat lamp since 2003. The menu's surprisingly decent – think loaded nachos that aren't just cheese triangles drowning in sauce, and burgers that won't leave you questioning your life choices. They've got craft beers on tap alongside the usual suspects, and the cocktails are mixed with actual care. It's still bowling, so don't expect fine dining, but it's leagues above the grotty alleys you remember from your youth.