I feel about Ping Pong the way you feel about wine. I love it! The house that Adam and I rented in Kent, Conn., had a Ping Pong table, and I regularly beat him, which is his fault, really, because I once gave him a homemade gift certificate for a lesson at the New York Table Tennis Federation on Cortlandt Alley, and he never used it.

When the NYTTF closed in late 2011, I assumed our only table tennis option was Spin in the Flatiron District, which investor Susan Sarandon has gotten a lot of press. But the other day, I was walking along Vandam, and I passed King Pong. Why has no one told me about this?

“The founder of King Pong used to play at the NYTFF,” said the nice young man at King Pong whose name I didn’t write down. “When it closed, he had nowhere to play, so he started this. We have 40 to 50 members who used to play there.” King Pong has been around since March of 2012, which shows how much I walk down Vandam.

While there is a small bar, the place is much less of a nightlife situation than Spin; King Pong is serious—and possibly the only place, outside of an operating room, where such bright light is warranted. The facility—open 3 p.m. to 11 p.m. weekdays, 11 a.m. to 11 p.m. weekends—hosts corporate leagues and has coaches, but you can also just go dork around for an hour or four. Or have your kid’s birthday party there! If you don’t teach them the art of table tennis, who will? And who knows, maybe one day, they’ll make the big league….