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I drove to Pembroke Pines with the intention of having lunch at The Pub. It seemed like an interesting place, and the Irish/British pubs in Fort Lauderdale don't impress me. They're paving the parking lot across from the restaurant, so I had to park in the next section. The front door opens into the bar, where there were 2 people in the process of paying their bill. I stood there for a minute; there's no hostess; it was 2:30pm.
It was in the 80s and there's no A/C outside here, so I'd have to eat inside. I took a peek in the main dining room; not a soul in the place. There were some worker milling around. None of them acknowledged me.
I went back into the bar. The bartender didn't say anything to me. Ok, maybe get a picture of the back room.
I waited another minute. I didn't really like the place; the granite tables didn't seem to fit the decor. I didn't want to eat in the big dining room by myself, and the back room didn't seem very comfortable either. So I left and went across to the Village Tavern.