Hospitality is a trade of missing people — the lifers are gone, the new generation won’t stay, but the magic still lingers.

In Spain, bars feel like living rooms, not battlegrounds. While Britain polices nightlife with taxes and paranoia, Spain thrives on trust, community, and relaxed hospitality. Here’s why the Spanish get it—and we don’t.

Hospitality is a proper job. It’s one of the most proper jobs there is. But somewhere along the way, this country forgot that.

Hospitality doesn’t run on mission statements or bitters. It runs on people—beautiful, flawed, erratic, wildly lovable people.

You spend half your life trying to build something that feels real — a place with heartbeat, a bit of chaos, a bit of smoke and sweat and character — and then you stumble across a Reddit thread where a bunch of keyboard anthropologists are dissecting your soul like it’s a lab rat.

World Famous Dive Bars is buying Good Chemistry Brewing — doubling down on Bristol beer culture when others are selling out. Real beer, real people, no bullshit.