I am a regular pub goer and am quite happy in a good pub in company or on my own. In the summer when out cycling I occasionally stop for a pint at a nice country pub and lose myself in my own thoughts.
Many years ago, in 1990, I was doing an Open University course and attended a summer school in York. There were no activities planned for the Wednesday afternoon so I wandered into the city and after looking around I found a pub called the Bonding Warehouse which was on the first or second floor of an old riverside warehouse and had a balcony overlooking the River Ouse and the park on the opposite bank. It was a lovely summer day and I sat outside on the balcony, on my own with my pint, watching the passing river traffic and people in the park opposite. It was such a pleasant half hour that I decided to have another pint, then another, then another......then another....and another.....etc...etc....needless to say, I ended up blotto, but blissfully blotto.
Last time I visited York, about 7 years ago, the Bonding Warehouse seemed to have fallen into decay, so sadly there was no chance of a repeat.