I usually would do, but we really were too shit for it to be fun for anyone involved.
My dad was the absolute master of those weird pub side quests. He took me to the bizarre greb/punk bar in Nuneaton when he was living there, and took us towards a table of 20-somethings. I thought he was going to be weird and embarrassing with strangers, but before we even got to the table they was like "YES MICK!", and then spent 30 mins telling me how much of a legend my dad was, including one of them wistfully reminiscing about my dad being there when he did acid for the first time. Fair play, like.