Tailgators — Restaurant in Ottawa

Tailgators Pool Hall: Where Love, Alimony, and Pool Tables Collide 🎱❤️💸

Ah, Tailgators Pool Hall in Ottawa—the place where destiny, poor financial decisions, and a never-ending love for pool came together in a spectacularly chaotic dance. If you ever wondered where you might meet your future spouses, this is the place to be. And if you’re also curious about how to end up broke with alimony and child support, let me tell you, Tailgators has you covered!

Let’s rewind the clock. Picture it: me, a young, hopeful soul stepping into Tailgators for the first time. The pool tables were perfectly polished, the air was filled with the clinks of billiard balls, and I was blissfully unaware that this very spot would become the backdrop of my romantic misadventures. It was here, amidst the clatter of pool cues and the scent of “average beer,” that I met my first wife. Who knew that a perfectly aimed shot could lead to a lifetime of shared debts and disputes?

But wait, the story doesn’t end there. No, my dear friends, Tailgators had a sequel in store for me. Enter my second wife, also met within the hallowed halls of this pool haven. I could have sworn the place had some kind of cosmic matchmaking force, orchestrating the grand saga of my matrimonial saga. I should have just had both my weddings right there, amid the neon lights and the scent of overpriced nachos. It would have been fitting—perhaps even poetic.

And now, years later, I’m left pondering a question that has haunted me: Why do I keep coming back to this place? Is it the intoxicating blend of nostalgia and mediocre beer? The lingering hope of meeting a third spouse or, heaven forbid, winning back the fortune spent on alimony and child support? Or is it simply that Tailgators is so deeply embedded in the annals of my personal history that I can’t resist its gravitational pull?

Every visit is a reminder of my past romantic escapades and financial follies, yet I find myself drawn to the familiar ambiance of Tailgators, where the pool tables are always open, and the beer is always, well, beer. The irony of it all is delicious. Despite the expensive nights and the emotional rollercoaster, there’s something comforting about returning to the scene of the, ahem, “love” crimes. It’s like visiting an old friend who’s also responsible for your broken heart and empty wallet.

In conclusion, Tailgators Pool Hall is more than just a place to play pool; it’s a monument to my romantic and financial misadventures. It’s where I met both of my wives, and it’s where I keep coming back, despite it all. Because sometimes, the lure of a familiar pool table and a beer that tastes like, well, beer, is too strong to resist. So here’s to Tailgators—the place where love and alimony collide in the most...

Rating this one star based off the service I was given. I chose this venue for my birthday and called ahead during the day on a Saturday and asked to reserve for 12 people just in case of some who weren’t sure if they were coming. When I arrived, my friend had gone ahead and been brought to the table, which way in the back corner, and could comfortably seat 8. When my 9th friend arrived, I had to go and find a chair myself from the other end of tailgators. The reservation was for 6:30 and no one came over until my friend (with cerebral palsy a walking disability) walked over herself and asked for a waitress to greet us, in which finally she came by maybe around 7:20. The dinner was fine food wise. I had to ask the waitress for plates when she brought over a tray of nachos for apps, and still brought over a random number I think was 5. I had to ask for 3-4 more. Once the dinner came to a close it took a really long time to have her come over to take payment and asked me “k so is that separate for everyone” to which I said “I am unsure I’d maybe ask!”. Seemed pretty naive and unprofessional. She barely refilled the waters more than once. After, I went over to the pool bar to ask for balls and she explained that if I’m not using one to return it or let the waitress know and she’ll bring it back. We waited so long for the payment we decided to go ahead and play. I mentioned next time I see her I’d like to order another drink and she never came back after getting payment for the meals. Though I reserved a pool table hours hours in advance there were no shooting sticks available we had to all go looking for them. When we went to return the balls I had to wait a good 5-10 mins as no one was at the counter and I explained we only used one table and set of balls and she said that I had to pay for both because she had people waiting for tables and balls. Which initially I was instructed that to bring it all back at the end. My friend voiced that the waitress told her the same thing, so this girl brings our waitress over and starts talking down to her and lectures her in front of us. If this waitress was new, I absolutely felt terribly for her that she was spoken to so poorly. This quickly changed though as she began defended herself and they went back and forth and basically felt like we were now the ones getting shames for asking a simple question. I don’t know if waitressing is the the only job they can get with that high school girl attitude, but adult up and DO BETTER. It was rude and entirely unprofessional and I’m not returning. I left in tears on my birthday because I felt like I nuisance the...

My friends and I have been regular customers of Tailgators for the last few months. The Ambience is good, but we feel the customer service is pathetic. This is, by the way, an observation from our last multiple visits. I will not recommend it to my non-Canadian friends, as recently we faced a horrible experience and felt racism to some extent. On Saturday, 4th Feb, I and my friend went around 730pm to Tailgators. We went to the counter and asked for a table. As there was some party going on, we were put on the waiting list. There were 4 more people ahead of us. We waited for 30 mins, and my friend went back to check with the reception as to how much time it might take to get us a table. The girl at the counter mentioned that 3 more people were ahead of us at that time. That is ok and understandable. We waited again after 30 minutes, so making it an hour of waiting in total by then. To my shock, someone else was accommodated ahead of us and we lost our actual spot in the queue and now 4 people were ahead of us. We asked the girl at the counter, and she mentioned, it was “due to some special reason”. We were very patient and waited again. We were counting the people who were returning the pool balls and knew it should have been our turn by now. The same girl on the counter gave that to another group after the first 4 people in the queue were done. We were seeing this from far, and we went back to check with her. When we asked her if this was our number, the reply was that “they tipped me”. There was no systematic way to track our waiting numbers and it seems the queue is altered as per the tip or some favouritism.

So, essentially, we waited for more than two hours to get a pool table and felt like the girl on the counter was being a racist from whatever we saw. To be honest, this would be our last day to Tailgators, and I would recommend people not to...