Ceci n’est pas un bar, or hostelry Spanish-style

Our entrance is barred by a little man with a beret and a moustache: –You know this isn’t a bar? –Of course! –No problem then, I’ll get the landlady. Later, in conversation with the landlady: –Aren’t you worried by the EU ban on making your own vermouth? –If this isn’t a bar then why the…