Bumper pool.....
I will tell you my experience with bumper pool. When I got home after living in England for three years, in, say, about 1988, I could not find a snooker table anywhere about. As a young man, 22 then, I was left with the prospect of barroom pool. I was frequently quite drunk as that was the usual wager of the time. Fortunately, I was never pounded into the pavement by an opponent whose ego was in his fists, not his billiard fingers, but I did come a bit too close to that a couple times. I learned fairly quickly to nearly lose often and to do so occasionally.
Anyway, when I would sit at the bar waiting for the next frame, invariably some barfly would stumble up and say something like, "You play a pretty good game." I would say something, "Yea, thanks. I really don't know a lot about pool. I played snooker pretty seriously for that last few years."
Far, far too many times to recall the answer to that would be, "Oh, yeah! I had an uncle who had one of those tables in his basement when I was a kid. That was fun. The little cues and its got those little bumpers!"
Um, no. It wasn't too long before I learned to say nothing about my snooker background. Fortunately, about three years later, I got married, bought my current table and met at least a handful of people who are interested in the game. Snooker, that is.
I have played the bumper pool several times. I literally did have an uncle that had a table in his basement.

Then, when older, there was a pub I would occasionally go to that had one. It is a charming game. Requires some skill to do it well, like anything else.