"draught stout, open fires, cheap meals, a garden, motherly barmaids and no radio" -- George Orwell, "The Moon under Water" (1946), in _The Collected Essays..._, Vol. III, pp. 44-47

The classic pub fantasy. Here is one paragraph:

"And though, strictly speaking, they are allowed only in the garden, the children tend to seep into the pub and even to fetch drinks for their parents. This, I believe, is against the law, but it is a law that deserves to be broken, for it is the puritanical nonsense of excluding children -- and therefore to some extent, women -- from pubs that has turned these places into mere boozing-shops instead of the family gathering-places that they ought to be."