Every useless thing you know has never once helped you at work. No promotion has ever hinged on remembering which planet rotates backwards or what year a band broke up. Once a week, in a brewery in the Arts District, all of it finally pays.
King Trivia runs the format — several rounds of general knowledge, a host who keeps the pace honest, teams of up to six, prizes at the end that nobody actually came for. The crowd is Arts District regulars, downtown workers arriving straight from a desk, and people who have kept this as a standing weekly commitment for years. Full bar, rotating taps, tacos from whichever vendor is parked outside.
Tuesday evenings, free to play, and the Gold Line drops you a short walk away.
Turn up without a team and the host will fold you into one. Bring the friend whose brain is a landfill of unusable facts. This is their one shining hour of the week.