Sunday night. The three 18-25 year-old barmen, hard to tell apart, have been left unsupervised.
There is a constant background hum of their snickering. Every time a young woman enters, they nudge each other in the ribs, leer and mutter. Fingers are held up — marks out of ten.
When there is a gap in the rush at the bar, they gather around the TV and watch the Paralympics. At the sight of limbless athletes, they suffer an infectious fit of giggles: “That’s sick, dude.”
We feel a bit like we’ve accidentally turned up at their shared house demanding pints and that they’re humouring us by letting us stay.
Of course, we know plenty of 18-25 year-old barmen who are very nice and very professional, but there’s something to be said for a bit of diversity behind the bar: the presence of older people and women can prevent the otherwise inevitable Men Behaving Badly effect from kicking in.