Ever since I was a kid, I loved playing billiards. There’s something universally appealing in putting those perfect, round balls into small, endless holes with nothing but a stick, and, of course, some skill. And even when I grew up, I continued enjoying that beautiful game, until some problems appeared: in the cities I was living in, the places where you could play billiards started to fade away—but not Caffe bar Falcon on Trsat, one of the last places in Rijeka with a large pool table.
In this bar, which looks more like a pub in all its warm wood coating, there’s a perfect old pool table which you’d want to have at home as a central sculpture in your living space. At Falcon, you just pick up the balls at the bar, order some drinks, put some chalk on the pool stick and smash the rack.
Or maybe it’s not always as simple as that, because there are visitors, like my dear friend and I, who are so passionate about their game of billiards that they have reserved in advance their own time for playing, so you won’t have the opportunity to get the table unless you’re lucky enough or you have reserved your own time ahead.
When you come to Falcon and see my beautiful friend and I play, we will not be so keen on talking to you; it’s more likely that we will not even notice you, playing our game, living our zen.