A cult classic from the B-52s and which admirably describes our local.
As the nights draw in and darkness descends, the plush leather sofa-ed bar area becomes the ideal place to bring your partner along to participate in a gentle (?) game of tonsil-tug-of-war.
Young kids seem to like the idea of sumptuous settees, subdued lighting (the staff attentively oblige by fading out the main, overhead beams) and a "everyone minds their own business attitude" to catch up on their amorous antics, undoubtedly well away from parental gazes.
Wonderful to see them enjoying themselves and I've been keeping notes for my own, personal repertoire to be tested at a later date. However, being British it will no doubt only arise in the bedroom, as they say...