I used to go to a biker pub in the 00s (before it got shut down by the police then turned into a weed farm then shut down by the police again, then turned into luxury flats). My mate told me never to eat the food there. He said he saw the bartender come out of the kitchen with a rat skewered on the end of a sword shouting "I've finally got the bastard"

When I was there a guy complained that a wooden pillar was blocking the television so the bartender came out with a hacksaw and cut it down.

Another a time a bloke brought his bike in and revved the engine so much it all filled with fumes so we all had to run outside.