It’s just a pub, of course, but for me, and I imagine, for plenty of people I know from Lincoln, this pub was more than just a pub. Back in the day, when you were likely to get beaten up for not wearing a white shirt and hair gel and for liking “weird music,” to have a pub like the Brewer in a small shitty town like Lincoln was fantastic. I had a few pints in there when I was back. They still had the Pixies on the jukebox, and the tables and upholstery hasn’t changed. I love that place and always will.