Can one possibly have more fun putting fingers in holes than playing a few strings at this Austin institution? Possibly by mashing one's face into a plate of their decadent truck-stop enchiladas and inhaling those suckers like they are the last food on Earth. Possibly by people-watching life's rich middle-class pageant as they twinkle-toes it to the line and heave balls with total Fred Flintstone abandon. Possibly by studying the Dart Bowl's museum-quality homage to the sport in the large lobby cases brimming with bowling tchotchkes. And definitely by making a promise to your date, your mate, your kids, your besties, and yourself to come back again, again, again, and again.
