Billiard Centro America

Walked into this fluorescent lit, one-​time beauty salon, pool hall last Friday.
Not your typical dim smelly pool hall as ownership clearly wants pedestrians to know exactly whats going on inside.
The gentlemen at the register looked a lot like Dennis the Menace’s neighbor. He had a stern dimeanor but warmed up by the end of our session.
The Champion style pool tables are in decent condition and the pool sticks universally suck the World over really…
The highlight of the night definitely goes to the locals that where there that night. Foul mouthed middle aged Latin Men that whistled at anything with long hair that walked by. I asked Siri to define some of the profane words they used, one popped up «Cerote» which is a Salvadorian term of indearment for one another. Then there was «Mierda», another friendly Salvadorian salutation. Between the swearing, stack of Playboy’s in the restroom, whistling and random spurts of bean initiated flatulence the only thing that would have made this dirty sanchez billiards bistro perfect was if they had a liquor license.
FYI, cash only and you can smuggle alcohol in a McDonald’s cup… just saying.