Mrs. Z bought a used one for me years ago, a nice 8-foot table that fit in the basement, installed by a local father-and-sons business who refurbished tables. That was right before son #1 came along, so I never got much use out of it.
Eventually she sold it to a co-worker she knew, he came over with his son and they hauled it away. Neither one of them had ever messed with a pool table, but they were good at assembling things, and they figured out how to take it apart in about 3 hours. Was pretty fascinating to watch, but I got a headache trying to figure out how the thing was put together underneath.