"My experience at King Pins was one that I surely never forget. Maps is a little misleading, it's not really a bowling alley, it's a Michelin 3 star restaurant with attached bowling alley. I had come in, suffering from lombago looking for something to eat when I sat down at the table. The chair relieved my back as though it was the first time I sat in years. After I ordered came the moment my life changed forever. The chef himself came out to ask if I was the one who ordered a horseshoe, which I confirmed. He was wearing a luxurious Armani suit perfectly tailored to his 6'6 frame. He luscious voice said his name was Jace, but it sounded heavenly like a cascade of white chocolate. He told me he would make my meal extra special. When the food came out, I was at the edge of my seat in anticipation. I took a bite from the horseshoe, with perfect sauce and arrangement of fries and nearly keeled over in ecstasy. It was simply the best thing I had ever eaten. I haven't eaten since, because everything tastes like dung in comparison. I rapidly consumed the meal, and finished it off with a velvety milkshake not dissimilar to Jace's voice. When I left, tipping what was left of my three children's college savings I realized my car wasn't where I left it. I was panicking until I heard Jace's candylike voice call out "hey catch". What I caught were the keys to a mint condition Green 77 Ford LTD, which turned out to be my father's long lost first car. When I arrived home, my lawn was trimmed, roof rebuilt, a new room and garage added on. My children each had a scholarship in the mailbox to multiple ivy-league schools. My wife fell back in love with me and also miraculously had D cups (although I only dream of Jace at night). I laid down in my swan feather bed and slept a lifetime in 8 hours."