I partly grew up in a pub. My dad owned one in Carshalton and I’d be there a lot of the time, cooking in the kitchen, pouring pints and helping myself to chips. He kicked kids out at 6pm and, generally, they were only really allowed inside if eating — in the saloon bar, the more family-friendly part of the pub. The public bar was a child-free zone, end of. Although I would sneak in to play darts and land myself in trouble fairly often.
