A pub is a pub is a pub... unless you're at Mickey's. In which case, you're probably making plenty of friends, drinking lots of cheap beer and perhaps shooting a couple games of pool with your friends or a few of the regulars.
When checking my ID at the door, folks were friendly when they found out I was up for the weekend from Chicago. In fact, people were pretty friendly all around.
Sure it's a pub--it's dark, it's musty, it's a bit rough around the edges and perhaps worse for wear, but it's got heart. A pub by another name would a pub be called, but in a world of pubs, Mickey's is unto itself.