The public bar of the Wheatsheaf Inn was the scene this evening of a lively discussion.
She evidently had no eyes at all for people in the public bar.
On his way he stopped for a night's rest in an inn that had a public bar attached to it.
From end to end of this was a long counter, about a third of which was partitioned off as a public bar.
You had best, perhaps, stop in the lavatory of some restaurant or public bar and burn it, or tear it into infinitesimal pieces.
I make no doubt that the cabby who frequents the public bar has a "cla-ass" feeling just as important.
To refuse it was as uncustomary and as rude as to refuse the Alaskan miner who offers a drink at a public bar.
Old Bob, carrying three cans, stopped to see who had entered—then went on into the public bar on the left.
He entered the public bar, took a seat by the counter and ordered a glass of beer and a packet of cigarettes.
Farwell watched the swing doors of the public bar at the end of the passage close behind him.