I love Snooker: as a small child I'd watch games on the black and white television at my Grandmother's house in Wales. After about a week of patient watching I'd be able to tell the balls apart by shade of grey.
The main reason I love Snooker, though, is that for casual gaming it's the great equalizer. A number of my friends are conscientious, deliberate pool players, but none of that matters in Snooker, where the table is twice as big and the balls and pockets half the size.
Alas, one-by-one all of the tables in the Bay Area have been removed, so far as I can tell. Table fees at pretty much every venue there are exorbitant anyway, but I remember many a summer evening at Thalassa in Berkeley with a few pitchers of beer, a number of us huddled around the rulebook with puzzled expressions on our faces.