Pour yourself another beer from your private lager tap while the loser racks up; order nibbles from the friendly team of waitresses; and bet a few greenbacks on a frame or two – with few pool sharks in Buenos Aires you stand a decent chance avoiding a Paul Newman ‘hustler’, providing you clarify the rules before the break.

Argentines have added on a few cheeky footnotes of their own to the classic pool regulations, with pot the black in the same pocket as your last stripe or colour being the most basic.

Private drinking booths line Deep Blue’s ground floor and additional tables are housed on the first floor, but stick to the main room if you can. Deep Blue is not all about pool, though. For those not up for a frame, the sofa booths are languid enough for a few leisurely drinks while the garden terrace is reputedly frequented by hot male Columbian dancers (if that’s your thing). The music ranges from Madonna to Deep Dish to Reggaeton: un toque de todo (a little bit of everything).