![]() ![]() ![]() Every house cue was entirely too thick to hold and too butt heavy to stroke. The guy with a leather teller's hat behind the cage gave you the balls. Some played with four balls most played with 3. There were billiard tables as well with actual billiard players. Guys were sitting down along the walls doing nothing but smoking. That didn't stop players from putting their cigarettes on the rails. Many of the pool tables had ashtrays built in. The wires holding the scoring beads hung overheard each table and were tired and sagging to the lights. Open it up and after the smoke cleared and your eyes adjusted, you'd see what looked like a hundred tables with half of them with dried up spills on them. Very nostalgic, side street, up the second floor, through a narrow hallway and through a tiny door that couldn't possibly have pool tables behind it. Just pool with pool pool players.ĭecades ago, I walked into a place in NYC before they all shut down. That all being, said, for grinding pool players pool halls, I'd have to put Chris' Billiards in Chicago and Hard Times in Bellflower up there. Of them all, the one in Nashua when it first opened was really a pleasure to play a tournament in. I had friends and visitors from across the country and more come into New England and just be completely blown away by the Boston Billiards pool halls saying that there were upscale pool rooms in their area, but nothing like Boston Billiards. ![]()
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