LOL. I was in one such place Saturday night. JOB's in Nashville. I am standing there, in a haze of smoke smelling of menthol cigs and cheap stogies, watching about 8 or 10 different people woofing at each other trying to match up. 30 pool tables and not a single one is open. There is an old, frail looking black man, I think they are calling him "Slick", struggling to walk around a a tight black diamond table. He can't walk great, but I have yet to see him miss a ball. When he wins he adds 5 $20 bills to a gangster roll secured with a rubber band and leans on the rail as he patiently waits for the next set to be negotiated.I know of a pool room that's a throw back to the 1960 (not decorated to look old...never changed). Lots of old guys hanging around looking for a sucker to steal from. The vast majority of all the conversation is not politicaly correct. It's my absolute favorite place to spend a Saturday.
My buddy is playing $400 a game 1 pocket in the "pit". The walls are adorned with original posters for the Camel Tour, signed pictures of pros from Minnesota Fats to The Miz, and Televisions so old I swear a couple still have Rabbit ears. I am almost sure the carpet, which is duct taped in various places, is original to the business as are the wooden bleachers.
Everybody that works behind the bar has a pistol on their hip, and I can't be positive, but I am pretty sure the waitress was printing with an inside- the- waistband holster. They will gladly walk ladies (and men, I guess) to their cars when they leave, as this place is not in the best part of town. For the record, if you leave, and a young thuggish looking guy asks if you "cleaned up" on the tables tonight, the answer is ALWAYS "Nope, they wiped me out!"
My crew ALWAYS complains about the smoke and bitches about how it should be illegal to allow smoking indoors. Period. When I get home, my wife will make me put the clothes I am wearing directly into the washing machine due to the smell...not only the smoke, but the deep fryer that is always running in the kitchen there. Man I love this place!
The greeter at the door always has a smile..