by Kent Lewis, Owner

When I was a kid, my dad owned a pool room.  It started as a decent place, but degenerated into the worst sort of environment you can imagine.  He couldn't sell it, he couldn't get the sheriff to deputize him to help eliminate the crime, and eventually he walked away.

Twenty years later I was working as an assitant manager at a $1000/night resort in the Caribbean.  During one "off season" I flew to visit one of the guests of the resort, a shipping baron whom I had befriended, and stayed a few nights at his indescribable mansion in Kent, England.  Each night, we played snooker (a miserable game) in the "Billiards Room" of his palatial estate.  He treated me to wines and cognacs I will never be able to afford (or pronounce) as we laughed and joked about travel, girls, politics and more. 

I wondered that night if people would pay for the incredible fun I was having each night:  hanging out, talking, laughing, and just enjoying being together while playing anything-but-serious pool.

A couple years later I left the Caribbean with a bad case of the Self Employment bug.  I figured that even I was smart enough to rent pool tables by the hour, and so I decided to combine the "family business" with the environs of a country estate that none of us could ever afford... (continued)