Tis a place where thee yeoman, peasant, lord alike sit down to talk about various genres of old lore, talk of hence something else, sing songs of enchanted hyms, or even order free virtual butts of ale, food, and yonder around with prostitutes! So cometh to my merry fair greenwood pub of fancifulness, and ye shalt seethe jovialty and pleasure to thee heart. For mine pub is not of ordinary, but of the extra stored within.