I was a Canadian yob in a different lifetime. Once, a girl from Italy came to visit, so I brought her to the beer hall, so she could see how the locals live. These were places with beer, long lines of tables, benches or chairs, beer, and nothing else. (They don't seem to have them in the city anymore, maybe in the country.) When a fight broke out at the table next to us, I said "See, we have to provide our own entertainment." She said: "That's because you are English. That is how they behave." This was thirty years ago.