I did not have the distinct honor of growing up during the Golden Years of the American Arcade (late Seventies-mid Eighties). I actually grew up during the Nineties when the American Arcade began a slow, painful descent into non-existence. During that particular decade, with each passing year, pinball machines became less and less prevalent and the classic single or multiplayer arcade consoles were giving way to more technologically advanced ticket-based games. "Arcades" as I grew up knowing them became more like bars and restaurants that just happened to feature one or two arcade cabinets, nary a pinball machine to be found. This slow change was inevitable, as Arcades became less and less meaningful with the advancement of home console gaming. While I personally didn't have a problem with home gaming becoming the new trend, I began to miss the excitement of going out to an Arcade and spending a couple of hours (and significantly more quarters) playing pinball, facing off against a friend in Marvel Super Heroes Vs. Street Fighter, or gathering three other players together to grind our way through The Simpsons.
A couple of years ago, I went to an amusement park that featured the Gold Standard of Arcades when I was much younger than I am right now. I went with a couple of friends to celebrate a birthday, but I instead wound up attending a funeral. The inside of the Arcade reeked of mold thanks to the water dripping from the ceiling, several of the machines didn't work due to a combination of water damage and pure neglect, and nearly all of the employees on duty that day looked absolutely morbid. I was so disheartened by what I saw that I had to leave my group of friends for a few minutes so as not to lower the morale of the birthday celebration. I began to sob uncontrollably at the idea that the American Arcade had finally, and irrevocably, died, never to emerge again.
On Friday, July 21st, like Lazarus rising from the grave, Retrovolt arose and showed me how wrong I was.
Although I didn't actually count, I'd imagine that there were approximately fifty machines in the building, about a third of which were pinball machines. I started playing pinball machines right off the bat, playing about six in the first few minutes. The ball got stuck on several machines, and when I pointed it out, they were immediately fixed, the lone exception being the Pac-Man/Ms. Pac Man table, which had to be physically opened (the ball had got caught on a magnetic portion of the board). At one point, a ball got stuck on the Monday Night Football 20th Anniversary table, and when one of the associates helped me release the ball, it immediately went down the center lane and I lost that particular play. I noticed the associate got a little tense when this happened, as he was likely expecting me to give him an earful over the matter, but he relaxed when I started laughing. This leads me to point out something very specific about Retrovolt Arcade: the machines, while well-maintained, are older machines, and are therefore capable of various issues and malfunctions. I personally only had three issues with the machines, and they were taken care of in a fair amount of time, and there were many other machines to choose from while I waited.
I was shocked at how easily people moved from one machine to the next. In my experience, most people tend to cling to a machine and play through it the entire time they're there, stubbornly refusing to yield the machine to any newcomers. This never transpired at Retrovolt, even with the children that were present, so that made the experience all the more worthwhile.
The music selection at Retrovolt is absolutely fantastic. Drawing almost exclusively from music from the Seventies and Eighties, Retrovolt Arcade felt like a time machine taking me back to that fabled Golden Era of Arcades that I was unfortunate to not experience, since I was born in '87. In one particular twenty minute stretch, I heard ABBA, Bruce Springsteen, .38 Special, and Fleetwood Mac. As a Classic Rock Junkie, the presence of these artists over the speakers got me so amped up that I wasn't even annoyed or frustrated when I made a mistake. The soundtrack fueled me so much that I eventually posted the top three high scores on Dig-Dug (look for the initials "DRF" when you go, if they're still there).
I cannot possibly recommend this place any more emphatically. Although Retrovolt Arcade could definitely improve with an expansion, what they offer in their current incarnation is a fantastic treat. With a reasonable price ($10 per hour), unlimited free play on all machines, and a great staff, Retrovolt Retrovolt Arcade offers nearly everything that a fan of old school Arcades could possibly love. You simply must go when the opportunity presents itself. Bravo! read more