Nov 22nd, 2003
Georgetown Billiards
Georgetown Billiards brings back fond memories of when I was a lame-ass preppie Hoya back in the day. On a Wednesday night, I would put on my favorite khakis and striped button down shirt, dig my favorite white three-bar hat out of the closet, and head over to Billiards for a few games of pool.
I would be greeted at the door by some huge bouncer who was actually a friendly guy, then buy an affordably priced pitcher of beer from either the Asian manager with long hair or the voluptuous, scantily-clad blond bartender who would slap someone on the ass and then yell something in an unintelligibly raspy voice.
I would play a few games of pool, realize that I sucked and was becoming drunk, and then go play Ms. Pacman for the next thirty or so minutes. When I got over my irritation at my gimpy pool playing, I would return to the table where I would find a freshly microwaved plate of Mozzarella sticks waiting for me, delicately flavored with the scent of second-hand smoke that pervaded the place.
As I munched on the mozzarella sticks, I would contentedy scan the room full of dorks and Asians (of which I am both).
I went back to Billiards a few nights ago and found that it was exactly the same as I remember it, with the one exception that the voluptuous scantily-clad bartender had now died her hair brown.
Bottom line is that if you are bored with sitting in a bar, drinking beer, why not go sit in a pool hall and drink beer. Even better, why not drink beer a pool hall that also has Ms. Pacman.
Georgetown Billiards is located at 3521 Prospect St. in the courtyard behind Cafe Milano.
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