A very busy place every time I've gone in.
Full to the brim of all ages: young to old coming together in front of bowling alleys and arcade games.
Clean, comfortable shoes for bowling and lots of pool tables to gather your friends around.
Service is definitely where Main Event earns its three stars.
Hit or miss.
One time I came into smiles and refilled glasses; the next my party of eight had to ask for our glasses of water five times before we got our drinks.
I say come here for a good time, but not high hopes of service.
They focus on the big picture and not one-on-one.
This. place. Is. Disgusting.
Came here for a company xmas party and it was below mediocre. Our party had +/- 100 people so we had our own section for bowling/food which was nice. The food, which I am assuming was provided by main event, was terrible. The burgers looked burned and dry, the hot dogs looked like gas station quality and all of the ketchup/mustard was out. Even if the food sucks, which it did, at least stay on top of the condiments! I had a hot dog and potato salad and felt like I was at an awkward family picnic... nothing memorable at all. The bowling was just that, bowling. We had fun but then again we were with a fun group so that added to it, but you seriously can't mess up bowling.
Here is where they dropped the ball (no pun intended): the bar.
Going up to order a drink, we order two long islands. The younger guy bartender gave me a blank stare and attempted to make our drinks. While watching him, he is clearly fumbling our order; we see him pour the drinks out and start anew. What is this? Bartending school? A long island is a pretty simple drink that should take no longer than a minute to make, at best. He comes back, takes my credit card and opens a tab. We come back to the bar, when it is more packed, and wait well over 20 minutes for a drink. Yes, 20 minutes. Two bartenders on a busy ass night is ridiculous. We ask the girl bartender for two more long islands and three shots (since we can't stand waiting any longer, may as well get straight to the business). This is where it gets real. While making the drink, a friend notices our ever-so-not-lovely bartender scratch her crotch. People, we are talking not over the pants, but inside the parts swift scratch followed by squeezing a lemon in our long islands. Keep it classy, Conroe. To top it off, while trying to close my tab the chubby crotch scratcher says "no, we don't hold on to cards here. We give them back". Knowing she was wrong, I checked all of my pockets, wallet and even asked the gf if she had it... no card was found. I insisted that the male bartender took my card and she, giving me attitude about it, insisted that he did not (while not even looking). As she goes to find him, low and behold... my card is right next to the register! Would ya look at that!?!? Sure, she apologized and I am sure she felt like an ass but give me a break. The bar and bartenders dropped the ball BIG time. Being young professionals, if they had a good bar and/or drink specials, we would consider coming back but after these events... it's more of a hell no.
All in all, if you're looking for a redneck white trash version of Dave and busters, this is it. why garnish your drink with a lemon when you can garnish it with pubes!? She was clearly a mixologist.
1 star for bowling, the games and the fact that yelp wont let me give any less.