I'll put this plain and simple.
I live above a British-style pub with a full menu, a good run of taps, an okay whisky list, and waitresses that wear school-girl short tartan skirts. And yet, this is not my local.
I go across the street to the Old York where I've been going since even the days before the 'Restaurant Makeover' it went through. Gone are the booths at the back where I used to play backgammon and in are newly poured floors, a new decorative bar and an antique beer sign above the stage.
There have been changes, but the heart remains the same. The menu is small and targetted with nothing but fresh ingredients used. The brunch on the weekends is abundant and tasty and the staff know exacttly how to take care of you.
Any wonder why I go?