This old school bowling alley has been around since long before the last decade's Maplewood revitalization. With no computerized scorekeeping system in sight, Saratoga Lanes relies on an archaic and terribly difficult skill: counting. (Who stole our abacus?!) The bowling balls are returned to users on a rickety metal track instead of being expelled sleekly from a pneumatic tube under the floor, and the seating is vinyl in '60s white, sunny yellow and sky blue. If only they'd lose the flat screens and swap the Internet jukebox for the real thing, we might have no choice but to bust out our poodle skirts, order a strawberry phosphate and make a night of it.