Six tables
Felt tops, house decks, chips that count points and nothing else.
Tanks, regulators and weight belts went out this door for thirty years. The racks are still on the walls, the current charts are still pinned above them, and the buoys hang where the fill station used to sit. Underneath all of it: a kitchen, a cold bar and six card tables where the only thing at stake is who is counting the most points.


Maidstone Crescent supplied the charter boats out to the reef: fills, hire gear, spare o-rings and advice nobody asked for. The store closed when the last operator moved to the marina, and the fit-out stayed exactly where it was for six years.
We kept the racks, the compressor housing and the whole wall of laminated current charts, then built a kitchen along the back and put six card tables where the hire gear used to dry.
About fifty-five people fit before the tin roof starts arguing with the conversation, so fifty-five is where the bookings stop for the evening.
Felt tops, house decks, chips that count points and nothing else.
Whatever came off the boats that morning, plus two things that never move.
Two air conditioners, a tin roof and a bar that keeps everything under four degrees.
There is not. Corallux exists at one address in Exmouth and nowhere else — no app, no website game, no account and nothing to log into. If you are not standing in the room, nothing is happening.
Points, and only until the lights come up. They have no cash value, they cannot be redeemed for anything at the bar, and no prize pool sits behind them. No wagering happens here in any form.
Zero. This was a dive store and it is now a kitchen with card tables; the machines never arrived and never will.
The night is split into stretches of about fifty minutes with a ten-minute surface interval between them. It keeps the tables from getting stale and gives the kitchen a run at the orders.
For eating on a Friday or Saturday, definitely. For the four open card tables, never — you just turn up.
No. The whole building is 18 and over, the dining side included. There is no family section.
6 Maidstone Crescent, Exmouth WA 6707
+61 8 9949 3352 · surface@coralluxs.com
Tuesday to Saturday, 5pm – 1am
| Evening | Open | Dives and dishes |
|---|---|---|
| Tuesday | 5pm – 1am | First dive at 6pm for beginners, oysters all night |
| Wednesday | 5pm – 1am | Slow tables, one dive only, kitchen does a set plate |
| Thursday | 5pm – 1am | First dive at 6pm, four dives after it |
| Friday | 5pm – 1am | Full room, book the kitchen or miss out |
| Saturday | 4pm – 1am | Early doors, reef watch ladder from 8pm |
| Sunday | Closed | Boats, sleep, nothing |
| Monday | Closed | Deliveries and a scrub of the cold room |







The tables sit where the hire equipment used to hang, with the racks left overhead and a lamp dropped through each one. People play social card games — no stake goes in, no prize comes out, nothing is riding on the outcome.
House chips are scorekeepers. They cannot be bought, they cannot be cashed, they are not swapped for food or drink, and they go back in the crate at close.
The evening is broken into dives. Each dive runs about fifty minutes, then the floor calls a surface interval — ten minutes when everyone gets up, gets a drink and the decks are cut fresh.
Take a free seat, no booking and no charge.
Kept on the phone for groups up to six.
Tuesday and Thursday at 6pm, half an hour, for people who have never played.

The kitchen buys straight off the day boats, which means the board is written after the last one comes in and not before. Coral trout is the constant; the rest depends entirely on the wind.
Oysters are shucked to order at the bar, six or twelve, with nothing on them but lime. Around that go tropical salads, green mango, chilli and whatever the grower up the road has too much of.
The wine is all cold and mostly white — crisp Western Australian styles built for heat — plus two reds for the people who will not be talked out of it. The kitchen closes at eleven, the bar goes until one.
Oysters by the half dozen, dressed with lime and nothing else.
Coral trout, emperor, whatever the wind allowed that morning.
Crisp southern whites by the glass, two reds, one long cocktail.
Nobody keeps a ledger of any of this, but the shape of a busy night here has been the same since the first week: six tables, four dives, a lot of oysters and not one cent riding on a single hand of cards.
The phone is answered from three in the afternoon. Tell us how many are coming and whether you want the kitchen, the tables or both — nothing is paid in advance and nothing is held on a card.
+61 8 9949 3352
Call the storeThis is a licensed venue for adults: a reef kitchen, a cold bar and six card tables.
No gaming machines, no wagering, and no way to join in from anywhere but a chair in the old dive store on Maidstone Crescent.