Why would you?

So, you are in Spain. The little town squares are so pretty. There are fountains and the bars have serano ham sandwiches with olive oil.

You may prefer to stop at one of the beachfront cafes which are a delight, with gently swaying cork oaks along the promenade. San Miguel lager is being offered, or perhaps a glass of rose. To accompany a seafood linguine, or sautéed gambas.

But no; you decide to have an all day breakfast with a pint of bitter overlooking a dual carriageway.

Why would you?

Just in case I get sued, I am sure it is a splendid pub.