Since I spend about as much time in Alameda as I do sober, I had never heard of the Pacific Pinball Museum before.  Then hell froze over and a sidebar ad on Facebook told my friends and I to check the place out.  Being the pinball addict that I am, I might be a little biased in saying THIS PLACE FUCKING RULES.  Seriously, I spent 3 hours there and the only reason I wanted to leave was that my feet started hurting from standing up so long.  They have something like 90 pinball machines that you can play as much as you want for $15.  Best of all?  It's in Alameda, which is basically an Alcatraz for yupsters and pinball machines. It strikes me as a lovely place dump a body or get a blowjob behind the bleachers.  ANYWAYS.  There is a pinball machine about food fighting.  It even has dancing cacti (pictured below).  'nuff said.  Check it out.