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Profile picture Gord McCaw
Connaught Billiards
I feel safe in saying that a very many of us have fond memories of time (mis-)spent in the Connaught Billiards (of which I have been unable to find any info whatsoever on the web).
It was like the true community centre in the Jaw for teenage boys (of all ages). Though it has been gone for many years I can still easily summon the memory of descending the stairs down into the basement of the Scott Block (where my father had his optometric office for 30 years) and hearing the rising din of clacking pool balls and male voices.
Who can forget that old sourpuss, Jonesy, the counterman, or poor old Tom, whose main task was to rack up the snooker balls after games.
Over on Table 12 there was a perpetual game of golf played by the off-duty bus drivers, right next to the row of pinball machines which were in constant operation. The easiest one to beat was called "Wagon Wheel" and there was always somebody on it who had racked up at least 20 free games and was whiling away his afternoon working through them.
Whatever became of all those ancient photos of NHL teams that adorned every wall and pillar? These were a reminder of the glory days of proprietor, Ken Doraty, who scored the winning, overtime goal for the Leafs, taking the Stanley Cup in 1933, in the second longest overtime game in NHL history.
It always amused me that there was a large, hand-painted and framed sign near the entrance which proclaimed, "No Swearing Allowed--ENFORCED", though the enforcement seemed, uh, lacking.
Sadly, like most everything else that was somewhat interesting in the Jaw, the Connaught Billiards is long gone.
What memories does anyone else have to share of that place and time?
Profile picture Jon Friel Re: Connaught Billiards
I played a game called golf in there from september 1960 until june 1964 like clock work every friday or saturday night in the winter time when we did not play hockey. we ate those crappy microwaved burgers laughed with cagey ken and his son curtis, filled our lungs with second hand smoke, ate chocolate bars ( turkish delight)and played the pin ball machines. Then we would walk home n the bitter cold nights laughung all the time. It was a great time for me and many others.