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The story of how a busy woman who loves mahjong accidentally opened a mahjong studio...

Mrs K just wanted to play

It started with Mrs. K just wanting to play — real mahjong, the way she learned it, with real people and real tiles. Not a business plan. Just a game.

But playing regularly turned out to be more of a side quest. One weekend, the game was in Cobb County, the next in Fulton, and then in Gwinnett. Sometimes a restaurant, sometimes someone’s cousin’s basement, sometimes a food court that definitely wasn’t designed for tournaments.

And the invites? Usually something like:

“We may have a place.”

Which was fine, unless you had a job, or errands, or a family, or a life — like Mrs. K

So she decided to find a real space. A quiet, comfy one. With bathrooms. And parking. And ideally, somewhere you could get dumplings within 30 seconds.

To do that, she needed to sign a lease.

To do that, she needed to create a business.

To do that, she had to register things with no fewer than three layers of government.

So she did. And now she has a totally real, somewhat accidental business.

The goal, however, hasn’t changed. The studio exists so players — beginners, lifers, curious observers — have a consistent, welcoming place to play Asian-style mahjong, without crossing three counties or refreshing the group chat every five minutes.

As for the table rental fees? They’re just enough to knock a dent in the rent and keep the automatic tables running like the well-oiled tile-slinging marvels they were born to be.

So that’s how we got here.

Mrs. K just wanted to play. And now, so can you.

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“In This Life and the Next Round”

Painting of Mrs. K holding hands with her large yet ruggedly handsome husband, Mr. J — Courtesy of the Greater Metro-Regional Museum of Mahjong & Domestic Arts

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