It starts with Sunday lunches, and slips into weeknights.
It starts with order at the bar, and slips into little “reserved for diners” signs on most of the tables.
It starts with the barman working the sandwich toaster and slides into teenagers in white blouses and knee length black skirts with name tags saying “trainee” asking you to wait to be seated as you enter.
Pubs used to be adult domains where people went to drink and chat in the evenings. Now pubs put playgrounds and bouncy castles in the car park to bring in families to dine.
Of course there might be some classic true pubs left? Perhaps someone should make an app ... arrrgh!