A room built for the long session.
Fifteen tables. Dark wood. Warm lamps. Leather that’s already breaking in. The room sits north of the city, off the freeway, behind a door that locks. Inside, it’s quiet enough to think.
Fifteen tables. One standard.
Tournament-Grade Felt
Fifteen full-size tables. Cushioned padded rails so an eight-hour session doesn't cost you your elbows. Cup holders that hold a proper rocks glass.
Copag Plastic Cards
Casino-grade Copag 4-color decks, rotated regularly. No bent corners. No marked backs. New deck on request.
Trained, Salaried Dealers
Every dealer in this room has been through a real curriculum and a real audition. They don't live on tokes alone — which is why they're still here in year three.
BYOB
The Club operates BYOB until our TABC liquor-license application is approved. Members bring their own beverages; staff handles glassware and opening. No glass on the felt — the lounge is where the bottles live.
The Lounge
Leather banquettes off the floor. A spot to take a phone call, watch the game, or wait for a seat without standing at the rail.
The Cage
Chips in, chips out, by a window with two staff and a camera. Members can pre-load credit to their seat-time wallet from the lobby.
TDA at the table. Common sense everywhere else.
Tournaments and cash games run on the Tournament Directors Association rulebook, current edition. Floor decisions are final on the night, written in the log, and reviewed the next morning if anyone needs them to be.
- One player per hand. Help is not allowed, even from a friend.
- Verbal in turn is binding. So is a clean bet over the line.
- No string bets. Announce or push it in one motion.
- No phones on the felt during a hand. Calls go to the lounge.
- No recording other members without their consent. Ever.
- Show one, show all. The same goes for stories.
Smart casual. Nothing precious.
You don’t need a jacket. We’d rather you be comfortable for ten hours. But the room has a tone, and the room keeps it.
- Closed-toe shoes during tournaments. Always, on tournament nights.
- No sleeveless shirts on men.
- No caps or hoods at the $5/$10 and higher tables.
- No apparel with another card room's logo. We'll lend you a tee.
- Sunglasses are fine. Mirrored reflectors are not.
North Houston. Off the freeway.
16525 North Freeway, Houston, TX 77090. A straight shot down I-45 from the Loop, ten minutes from The Woodlands, twenty from Bush Intercontinental.
Free self-parking in a lit, fenced, camera-covered lot. Valet on Fridays and Saturdays — included, no tip required (though they’ll appreciate one).
The building is unmarked from the road except for a small brass chip on the door. If you’re standing at it, you’re in the right place.
A small menu, cooked properly.
The kitchen is modest by design. We’d rather do twelve things well than forty things adequately. The menu changes when the chef finds something worth changing it for.
Plates
- Charcuterie board · house condiments, mustard, bread
- Ribeye sandwich · au jus, horseradish, frites
- Wedge salad · blue, bacon, scallion
- Roasted chicken half · seasonal sides
Late Night
- Smash burger · onion, american, crisp
- Chili · cup or bowl, Texas-style, no beans
- Fries, properly salted
- A short dessert list, depending on the night
Food at the table is allowed between hands. Plates go to the lounge.
Dim warm lamps. Quiet wood. The good kind of hush.
Most poker rooms are lit like dental offices. Ours is lit like a library that serves whiskey. Brass-shaded pendants over the felt. Tobacco-stained leather without the tobacco. Old prints on the walls — Cardiff, Monte Carlo, a Lake Charles oil from before the storm.
The conversation hums. The shuffle is louder than the music. Someone at the four-table is telling a story you’ve heard before and will hear again, and you laugh anyway because tonight it lands. That’s the room. That’s the point.