I thought it might be worth inventing a fictional bar, just for fun: 

The Thought Corridor Bar

A stranger place than anyone I know has been to in the last few weeks, The Thought Corridor Bar is a basement old army den converted into a windowless drinkery for the purposes of the dull and the needy. Popular in the day, yet empty at night, this bar is accessible from Oakhands Road and sits next to the old wood shop. Noteable points: the staircase made of glass which was also made of scones; the shamrock on the wall, the bar-woman was wear a tea cosy on her head. Cider is excellent value at only 50p a pint and at night a gathering of small bed posts rechallenges the kin for a game of crackers.

Overall a hearty tiny establishment with less to worry about that your usual heir-to-the-throne, wouldnt be seen dead inside - would have preferred it if it had a front door - 7/10