Not quite. Smokers still gather outside, and sometimes the smoke drifts in through the door. But it’s a world where your Friday night doesn’t end with a headache and a hacking cough. The ban gave us something simple: choice. You can now enjoy a pub without signing a silent contract to breathe poison.
And if you ever meet a grumpy old-timer who says, “The ban ruined pubs,” just smile and point to the clean ceiling. Remember the yellow stains? They’re gone. And so is the cough. Cheers to that.
