That sort of thing is not a problem in the Philippines.
I went with my girlfriend to her hometown in one of the islands in the country - Ivisan, Capiz. 45 minutes by plane, and an hour by land through rice paddies and coconut plantations and coastal dirt road.
Just as I felt I was missing something (my cue case which she was too glad to leave behind) when we were unloading the bags from the vehicle, I heard this wonderful crackling sound of billiard balls off a break!!! I let out a loud "wow!" at the same time she went "oh no!!!"
I let a day pass, repeatedly sitting up with sparkling eyes and a wide grin every time we heard what was percussion to my ears. The next morning, while she was asleep, I sleepwalked to the source of the drum beat - a small hut with two pool tables resting on the rich agricultural soil of the province. When I went back, she was in the breakfast table. "Only when you're asleep", I promised!
I think the Philippines is leading in the ratio of population to pool halls/ rooms/ huts.