Thirsty on thursday, with a wad of cash in my pocket, and indebted to my brother for several rounds of drinks he bought me earlier in the week we set off on our bikes down 3rd ave. on a righteous quest that could rival Bill and Ted's any day.\nRiding along my neighborhood in the pleasant evening air, I knew my destination well in advance. \n\""where are we going man??\"" asks my Sancho Panza-esque little brother.\n\""To a land of giants weilding wooden lances, and green felt tables, where ivory like orbs are ricocheted against one another, and ales flow from spigates for mere pence on the dollar. We go my dear boy to a house that is hidden. aye. a hidden house\""\n\""what the hell are you talking about man!?\""\n\""onward rocinante!\"" i said as i pedaled my fixed gear with all the might my legs could muster. shrugging his shoulders my younger brother kept up the pace on his tank like classic cruiser.\nAs we approached Osborn we wound our way to the Hidden House's parking lot and whipped our steeds over to the bicycle lockup. The outside trappings didnt show much promise, and my doubts started to arise within me. Justin was quite aloof to this however, and locked our bikes up promptly and waltzed on in, I followed hesitantly. \nThe minute we stepped foot inside I felt at ease, the relaxed patrons all sat quite quietly, humbly watching their football games, college and pro.\nWe belly'd up to the bar and I ordered a scotch and soda for myself and a pbr for justin. \nAmazedly we stared at the plethora of billiards tables offered to us, and after several rounds of bevvy, and a failed inquiry as to what food they offered (the kitchen is closed until further notice), we made straight away for a rousing game of pool. \nWe neither of us could best one another so the true test of our mettle at billiards will have to come later. 2 to 2, $1 for four games of pool, is probably the best deal I have ever come across.\nWe left the Hidden House in a blurry stupor, but we left as champions, conquerors of windmills and tins of beer. The ride home not withstanding several scrapes and bruises.