Upon entering this establishment, we were greeted with the much less then attentive staff that provided us a good view of there back for three minutes before we were served and provided lanes. As we came to our lane we saw that this super star of the bowling lanes had misspelled one of our groups names. The shoes provided would have fit snuggly if I happened to have a tumor bulging out of the top of my foot. Lacing the shoes like a football still rendered them loose enough to slip off like sandles. Our group had decided to lighten the mood by slipping a few quarters into the jukebox, but once again was met with disappointment as the music was barly audible over the lanes speakers. After five minutes of rolling the music was then cut off, a little unimpressed after examining the back of the lanes staff for another few minutes, I asked why the music had been turned off. The response was initially a lie, with the staff claming that the music was not turned off, then replaced with "we have league bowling tonight so we can't have the music too loud" exasperated I then requested a return on the money, to no avail, that I had spent to listen to music off of a jukebox that clearly should have been shut down or at least had a notice as to not use it until after league time. Trying to make the best of a bad situation, instead of walking out on our pre-paid games, our group began to joke and entertain each other with stories and anecdotes. Into our third game we are then approached by the staff who claimed that our being there was losing them business and if we didn't "keep it down" they would have to ask us to leave. Dakota Lanes. The place where fun comes to die.