In this case, an Irish detective series. And Irish pubs may be best of all, judging from the way they survive and prosper across the Atlantic. This comes from The Guards (Jack Taylor series Book 1) by Ken Bruen:

The pub was old, like a small kitchen. Could hold twenty customers tops. The barman was in his fifties.

Two professions that require age

Barmen and Barbers.

He didn’t know me. What a bonus. I ordered the drink and looked round.

Those old signs for Guinness, a guy lifting a wagon and two dray horses with the immortal words: GUINNESS IS GOOD FOR YOU Authentic, right down to rust. My own favourite is the pelican with a feast of creamy pints in his beak. Now, that is one happy bird. There were signs for Woodbines and Sweet Afton. Even had the lines from Robbie Burns.

The barman said, “I don’t like change.” “Gets my vote.” “Guy was in the other day, wanted to buy the signs.”

“Everything’s for sale.”

“Not here it isn’t.”

I went and grabbed a corner. Wooden table, old hardback chair. The door opened, a large farmer came in, said to no one in particular, “We’ll hardly get a summer.” My kinda place.