Well, at the risk of a stoning......I don't miss them. The clientele sit there, nursing their pints, or calling out across the bar in a show of bonhommie. There are gambling machines with insane lights whizzing around. Beer is all right once in a while, but the hourly pilgrimage to a non-too fragrant urinal is less than thrilling. The smell you bring home with you is far, far better than it was in the days when people smoked in bars, but you still have to get out of beery clothes.
So, sorry, but I'm one of those terrible people who goes to bars.
So, sorry, but I'm one of those terrible people who goes to bars.