Play To Win

This place is owned by a company called Family Leisure — a fitting name seeing as I went here with my mom (okay, okay, mum), dad and sister. It was Christmas day and we were looking for some diversion in and out from the cold. We saw a sign for billiards and followed it down into the basement of Play to Win. The the beginning of some bad horror film, the place was empty in the basement level. All of the sudden, out popped Chucky, Jason in his hockey mask, Raven in her state of possession, a few zombies and any other sort of scary movie type you can imagine. Then came a worker came by. My sister had a hood on because it was damn cold outside. «Take off you hood,» he barked at her like a pitbull. Not very friendly AT all. Maybe he’s used to dealing with hoodlums, but he should learn to damper his act a bit. Clearly my mom, dad, sister and I were out for trouble being the oh so suspicious looking characters we are.
He left.
We put in a pound for a game of wannabe (no, not your lover, like Spice Girls) pool. I say wannabe because there were no stripes and solids, only red and orange balls along with an 8 ball. The balls and table were slightly smaller than usual.
We had a fun enough time, joking around with each other as my parents trounced my sister in I in a match of pool.
At one point, my mom went to look for a bathroom and upon asking its whereabouts was greeted with a «There isn’t one,» in the same gruff tones of Mr. No-​Hoods.
This place served its purpose, but seeing as I don’t gamble (as found on ground floor), play much billiards or much enjoy brusque people, I probably won’t go back.