Sup AZB, been a while. I pretty much just logged on to bіtch. I'm just frustrated... I drove over twenty miles and played for about ten minutes. Was first time in months that I'd hit a ball, and it was a total waste of time.
The last time, the tables were in a central area upstairs, not far from the bar, with booth seating nearby for each table.
This time, they've moved them down to the basement. It's like pool gentrification... the bar, the band, and the bull (lame mechanical bull) have pushed all the tables out, and they've moved the undesirable players to the ghetto, downstairs and out of sight. There's a small bar downstairs with a bartender who probably wants to shoot himself, cinder block walls with peeling paint, concrete floor, broken jukebox, no ceiling except various pipes and vents, and only six beat-to-shit tables, many of which are missing racks. The person who keeps your credit card and gives you the balls isn't down there with you. You have to fetch them if you want to check in, check out, or order something. Obviously no shop or sticks for sale.
What's sad is, they're nice tables... older diamonds with the big pockets. But the cloth is ripped with beer stains, there are ashtrays on the rails, detached pockets, and everything is generally banged up.
I know there's more money in being a bar than a pool hall, but the guys who started the place must have had pool in mind when they named it Fast Eddie's. They've clearly given up. I don't even understand why they went to the trouble of moving six tables (only three of them running on a saturday night) down a long u-turning staircase. Everything about the place screams "we don't give a shit anymore about pool", they coulda saved the hassle and just sold the tables before they totally fall apart.
Now that that's off my chest, where do people shoot in northern VA? Anyone wanna meet? I'll say it now, I'm dead broke
But I can probably get the table time.
The last time, the tables were in a central area upstairs, not far from the bar, with booth seating nearby for each table.
This time, they've moved them down to the basement. It's like pool gentrification... the bar, the band, and the bull (lame mechanical bull) have pushed all the tables out, and they've moved the undesirable players to the ghetto, downstairs and out of sight. There's a small bar downstairs with a bartender who probably wants to shoot himself, cinder block walls with peeling paint, concrete floor, broken jukebox, no ceiling except various pipes and vents, and only six beat-to-shit tables, many of which are missing racks. The person who keeps your credit card and gives you the balls isn't down there with you. You have to fetch them if you want to check in, check out, or order something. Obviously no shop or sticks for sale.
What's sad is, they're nice tables... older diamonds with the big pockets. But the cloth is ripped with beer stains, there are ashtrays on the rails, detached pockets, and everything is generally banged up.
I know there's more money in being a bar than a pool hall, but the guys who started the place must have had pool in mind when they named it Fast Eddie's. They've clearly given up. I don't even understand why they went to the trouble of moving six tables (only three of them running on a saturday night) down a long u-turning staircase. Everything about the place screams "we don't give a shit anymore about pool", they coulda saved the hassle and just sold the tables before they totally fall apart.
Now that that's off my chest, where do people shoot in northern VA? Anyone wanna meet? I'll say it now, I'm dead broke
But I can probably get the table time.
Sad state many places are in. Many people choose a place to play based on price and price alone. When you are using that criteria its hard to justify keeping things in nice shape. Business owners usually are just trying to give their customers what they are spending money on. Guess it is the sad state of that particular area.
with GC3s that have new cloth.
