Not feeling Felt. This place is chock full of little gang banger wannabes. Beautiful waitress/counter girl though. Too bad she spilled beer all over our cues and didn’t come back to clean up the mess. It’s Ok; I used the window coverings to wipe them clean. She continued to impress, as she forgot to get our drinks for round two. Round three never came because she didn’t come over one to see if we wanted another round. The owner must be a gazzillionare to be able to afford employees that don’t care to make the sale. Still yet, I suppose it was just a privilege to be in her presence…that’s original…another pretty face with a major attitude.
The saga continued when smoking a cigarette outside a wannabe asked me for a free cig and got very mouthy when I didn’t have any more. He couldn’t have been more than 16 but was sure confident that his 100 pound frame could would whoop my tail. Intelligent…challenging people that you know anything about. Probably would have been a surprise if he decided to back his mouth up quickly learning the painful lesson that I professionally fought for over five years. But, I felt generous and decided to save a life last night.
Other problems…seems the “serious” pool players don’t practice table etiquette as a young scrawny man at the table next to us--playing hard break eight—bumped into me on a pivotal shot. My friend, a real shooter, kept having his shots interrupted by these clowns as well.
Embracing the hate, we ended up stiffing our prima donna waitress and swore to never return.
Oh, I should say something good. The tables were balanced and nice. Decent house cues too.
Good luck Felt and all others who cross your threshold.
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