Damascus Cafe pop up restaurant at Vogelmorn Bowling Club.
In a socially distant world we belong less than ever before but, Peter McKenzie writes, one Wellington bowling club is resuscitating connection. The restaurant is pumping. In one corner are two gossipy middle-aged locals who have brought their own rosé to match the Syrian food turned out from Vogelmorn Bowling Club’s kitchen. In another are a group on a double-date. On couches at the back are three flatmates who have come out for dinner. The trip to the Bowling Club is a regular. “I have a nephew who loves to come here for bike rides, so I come a lot,” says Megan. “I usually get coffees in the cafe and just relax.”