One reason why I really, really, really like my bar, is because everything in my bar belongs in a bar. Not a dive bar necessarily, or a "Western Saloon", or a particularly violent bar, but they belong in a bar. The Black Keys, Flogging Molly, good quality whiskey, sound solid O'Hara's Stout, and Darts. Managed by one of the greasiest, most verbose, conniving characters ever brought to life who was, first and foremost, a bar-man.
Who cares if we don't have Tapas?