The following will be of no help:
though I live nearby I've never been to any venues in that benighted corridor of taverns(hell, I hate venturing up that way on a weekend night, period)
I don't watch sports(unless billiards is a sport...and, then I just view whatever marathon in order to catch stilletto-hobbled---well, culturally...certainly not physically), absurdly-sexually-dimorphic-looooongblackhaired-Asian women kick white boys' asses at the table)...bam...bam...bam
however, last Halloween-ish a visiting friend n I were late for the Pump Room...then...I hazily circumvented Zebra Lounge...we were near Mother's Too...saw empty pool tables...et voila!
I thought...dear lord...what am I getting myself into?
but, apparently we amused the bartendress who comped our rounds of pool...we in turn taught her a shot...the much-loved(in certain bars) cowboy cocksucker
she, in turn concocted something tastily-similar, a "wet pussy," I believe
so...I recommend Mother's Too; not for the sports-watchin', or testosterone-poisoned camaraderie, but for the pool, and, at least on that night, the awesome bartender(ess)
Being gauche rocks, stun the bourgeoisie