There was a time when I didn't go over to my friends house to find him - I just came here.
He spent a summer or two hiding from the blues of lost romance, and in between we occupied the time shooting pool underneath the hazy lights in this warm hall. I can't count the memories made. But they were many.
Mickeys charges by the hour per person on the table, so it can get a little pricey at times. But their rates are fair and their tables decent. On the right nights, the place at is basically alive with the sound of cracking clay climbing up the walls - so loud even the great tunes popping through the juke box can't kill it.
A beautiful place. Head on by if you're a regular junky, an amateur, or you're just curious what someone means when they say they've spent the night at a real live pool hall.