Cochrane's had been closed for a decade or two by the time Annigoni and his partners, including Paul Brienza, opened the Q Club. Somehow Annigoni secured many of the ancient Brunswicks from the Palace, including 2 billiards tables and a 5x10, and a tough Snooker table, rounded out with some decent Rebcos. The room was stylishly adorned by two of the giant oil paintings spirited out of the Palace, along with a couple dozen large format Belle Epoque advertising posters. The lighting in the room was subdued, mostly provided by the 3 lights over each table. It remained the Q Club for only a couple of years before the partnership fell apart (lots of stories there) and it was sold to Jeff Bey, of LA's Hollywood Billiards, and he owned it for the next 4-5 years until he sold it to somebody who really wanted to own a nightclub, not a pool hall, and that was that.
For my money, it was the perfect pool room. For a few years, there was action almost every night, sometimes big action. Filipino Gene, when he wasn't 86'd temporarily, was there every night so there was always something going on. Keith McCready made it his ground zero for a year or so, and everybody from all over the country came by. All the Filipinos, including Luat, Efren, Santos, Jose and Andam came to gamble. Bucktooth. Cole Dickson was there a lot. Billy Cress. Shannon Daulton came through before anyone knew who he was. Ronnie Allen and Jim Mataya came to see Cole a few times. Mike Zimmerman. Dave Piona hung out. Billy Palmer was a regular. Hahn Chung and Delbert Wong came in often. Chris MacDonald put in his time there. Nine Ball Paul was still pushing the balls around. Rusty Jones was still ready and willing to bet it up with anyone. Eddie the Mexican billiards player with the sweetest stroke I've ever seen. Other old timers like Trees, Go Away Kid (Jesse), Youngblood. And dozens of short stops who had the chance if they had the courage and bankroll to get down with the stars. The place stayed open all night, and you might find 10 tables humming at 4 in the morning. If you stayed that late, the exotic dancers and their friends from the strip club downstairs would come up to chill out. Fantastic juke box, thanks to Tony A, filled with blues and jazz and no metal or country or top-40, and never too loud. For a moment in time, it was the best room in the world.