Sometimes bowling in a clean, well-lit, family-friendly alley just isn't what you're after. You want the chipped-linoleum bathroom, the dissolute attendant with the half-inch of ash hanging off his cigarette, the scarred and oddly colored balls that never fit your fingers quite right, the heavy-metal jukebox, the attached bar serving only urine-colored beer and barely heated frozen food. In other words, a bowling alley in the mold of Rocky's meat locker. Enter Golden Bowl, where there never seems to be a wait for a lane and the pencils are always sharp for that "old-time" scoring (you remember how to score a spare, right?). Besides, you haven't really bowled until you've hit Monday's "dollar night": kamikazes and bowling for a buck each. Now, that's entertainment.