Where to begin. The nostalgia brought by this place was uncanny. Picture this: 1987 Nashville bowling alley. Bowling trophies on display all around and a closet with bowling balls on the floor. It’s like stepping back in time. When you walk in, the smell of cigarette smoke fills your nose like you would expect for the theme but the incredible part is that not only does it smell like fresh cigarettes, but it has the underlying smell of stagnant smoke as well. Nice touch. Not so great for our six month old and two year old boys, but we think the wheezing by the little one will eventually go away; the memories of this Airbnb will last a lifetime. The “couches” are actually two “leather” chairs with rounded up edges so as only to allow one person to use at a time, and are a perfect period piece and are just the right amount of uncomfortable as to make you want to get up every few minutes to roll your next frame. The cigarette burns on them was a welcome addition. Speaking of burns, the main bedroom, which smelled the most authentic, has several burns on the bedspread and was most likely the culprit of the aroma of the alley. I’m not sure how many times one would have to avoid washing it to get it this bona fide and genuine. The flickering light in the kitchen and paper thin walls were a nice touch but the real memories came flooding back from my youth when the quarter-roll of toilet paper supplied ran out in our first of two nights. At least it was more of an offering than the few sheets of paper towels or the non-existent hand or body towels in the bathroom. Good luck getting any instructions on check in or check out. I think the chickens outside the window may have been more helpful. Thank you for this wonderful experience that we will be telling all of our friends about.