1 /5 Mai Green: Unbelievable. I was at the TCH, sitting quietly, beer in hand, Rex the puppy curled up at my feet – not barking, not begging, just vibing.
Suddenly, Jonathan decides we’re a problem. Struts over like he owns the place (maybe he does, but still), and without so much as a warning, kicks us out. No explanation. No rule cited. Just a cold “you need to leave.”
For what, exactly? Being too chill? Having the cutest puppy alive? Rex wasn’t even looking at the chips, let alone counting cards.
I’ve been coming to this place for years. Never caused a scene. Never brought in bad energy. And now, boom – tossed out like we were trying to run an underground dogfight. Spoiler: Rex couldn’t fight if you paid him in treats and belly rubs.
Total power trip. Completely unnecessary. Jonathan, buddy, if you’re that threatened by a small dog and a quiet beer, maybe poker isn’t the high-stakes environment you think it is.
One star. Rex and I will be taking our luck – and our dignity – elsewhere
That’s the Rex ( less than 10 pounds)