Hi Mr. TJ,
I had the same pub- experience in New Zealand when I just arrived (Immigrated)
It was in the fall (autumn

) and quite warm, nevertheless the pot belly was burning inside!, and a dozen or so logging guys were standing around it drinking beer, poured from mutual Jugs.
( It reminded me of the atmosphere created in the delightful literary work of James Lee Burke, haling from the New Iberia area in Louisiana, if you have not read his work you have been missing-out on some excellent books.)
Anyway they turned simultaniously when they detected me (squeeking bar door) and waited and watch me placing my order.
I ordered a flute of the (very nice) local beer.

Now a flute is (in their opinion) not a drink as anything less than a pint is for sissies.
They all turned back to their original positions with disapproving looks, not a word was spoken which created sort of a broody situation.

I finished my beer quickly, and left for higher grounds.
I know this has nothing to do with drumming, but I just thought it might be something you would enjoy TainoJim!
Cheers and Happy Drumming,
Harry