One of the worst experiences I had in a pub was in Ayre, Scotland. It looked like a fine old pub from the outside, built right by the seashore, but when you opened the door you were immediately slammed by blaring sound from a jukebox turned up to maximum. The place was so thick with cigarette smoke you couldn't see across the room. Although the clientele was predominantly teenagers and young adults engaged in shouted conversation or banging on electronic game machines, there was a contingent of families and elderly folks sitting at the tables eating and drinking, and seemingly ignoring the noxious madness around them. Goes to show that Pubs can be every bit as bad as the worst American Dive.