From the tiny ant to the elephant: Little Venues Vs. Big Venues


10 years since I jumped from casually seeking out better bars on my travels to actively hunting them for the purposes of guiding you, I’ve visited Europe’s smallest and largest drinking holes, from the world famous to bars even the city’s own residents aren’t aware of.

Their core purpose is the same: hosting somewhere you can socialise with a drink. The experiences, though? Quite different.

In this article we compare the sights, sounds and sensations in big cavernous venues with the experience at compact little bars.

Beer Halls

Something about the best beer halls provide a collegiate atmosphere, akin to belonging to a fraternity, guild or a sports club. Yes, possibly elements of a boarding school refectory too. A strange sense of nostalgia is suffused during your visit to a beer hall, because other than residents of cities such as Cologne or Munich, these are not spaces of a kind adults routinely visit. The mind, always striving for reference points does inevitably drag you back to the last time you were in a hall to eat and drink: school days.

While a beer hall is vast, the sheer quantity of people provides a shared, communal experience that shrinks the space. Interiors are palatial, ceilings sometimes high-vaulted like a church. The scale and spectacle is designed to make you feel like one small element in a tapestry. Some go further in their efforts – not only the oversized beer mugs, which we all know from Bavarian stereotypes (though the beer halls of Nord Rhein-Westphalia with their small Stange glasses will be huffing and puffing at being yet again overshadowed) but in the case of Hofbräuhaus, novelty giant Pretzels that seem to have emerged from a savoury version of Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory. Not all beer halls have their indulgent sense of whimsy, but nonetheless feel like a clear departure from the ordinary.



You may be thinking ‘why would I go somewhere to feel small?’ Well, the nature of socialising in a beer hall completes that which could otherwise be isolating and unsatisfying. You’re tempted, urged and compelled by the atmosphere and surroundings to feel part of a satisfying whole. You share large tables and benches with strangers, often making conversation and enjoying the transience. Yours and your acquaintance’s lives overlap for an hour or so before decoupling as you – or they – depart and the experience drifts into the ether. Among a group of friends the experience in a busy beer hall can be the epitome of convivial without feeling insular or cliquey.

Across the room you can spy groups across rows of tables, their subtly different moods and whims – a hall is big enough to absorb swells of laughter and gregariousness without becoming overbearing. Even if that isn’t the case, then there are beer halls such as Augustiner Bräu Mülln in Salzburg that are so big you can simply move to one of their other enormous rooms to escape irritants. There is a shared experience even among people who you will never meet and possibly never even make eye contact with, as their afternoon or evening runs parallel to yours, the echoes and murmurs collected in these secular cathedrals to beer and socialising.

A good beer hall contains layers of patronage – a first time visitor can be rapt by its awesome size and atmosphere, delighted by the novelty of a 1l Maß and indulged, waited hand and foot by ever willing servers (if they’re lucky). A more frequent visitor can enjoy breaking through to first name terms with some of the staff and regulars, a nod and a wink here and there breaking the ice. A regular patron is often endowed with their own shelf space storing their personal Maßkrug – few signs show you’ve ‘made it’ at a German pub more than this. If you haven’t seen these, they range from practical in design to the ornamental kind you’ll have seen in souvenir shops and the display cabinets of provincial museums. The above mentioned Munich beer hall boasts shelf space for 616 and can seat a capacity of 3500. I have been present where the building was more or less at capacity and you could sense the pistons pumping at full speed! You could also sense an operation reaching its zenith, optimally performing the function it was designed for.



Further examples:

Augustiner Stammhaus, Munich

Früh am Dom , Cologne

Radniční sklípek, Liberec

Spiż, Wrocław

Caru’ cu Bere, Bucharest

Pivnice HS, Sarajevo

For many more, jump straight to our Beer Halls section.

Tiny Venues

The flip side to mass socialising.

Large drinking venues are almost always beer halls/brewery taprooms, grand cafés or beer gardens. By contrast, tiny venues are diverse.

These can be microscopic concept bars like the cocktail vendor Backdoor 43 in Milan, one-man shows like mini wine bar Le Volcan in Toulouse, old-fashioned Knajpa type pubs like U Jelinku in Prague (where, ignoring its backroom, most drink na stojáka, on the stand among regulars), drop-in kiosks for shots like A Ginjinha in Lisbon, busy tapas bars like Bodega Carol in Barcelona, singing pubs like In De Karkol in Maastricht or Circus Tavern in Manchester, British micro-pubs like Hop & Vine in Hull, and historical quirks like The Blue Bell in York.

In spite of their diversity – is there a common thread?

I believe so. Small venues can be intimidating – for every agoraphobe there is a claustrophobe – but it’s not just that. The confines of a small bar can feel loaded with obligation, namely to muck in and socialise with staff and strangers.

The dimensions of a small bar bring fixtures and fittings and its clientele into focus – literally. The human eye applies focus up to a distance of six metres. When scanning a larger room your eyes are relaxed. Conversely, everything inside a tiny pub is in focus. Even from this sense alone the experience feels more immediate. As other customers and staff are closer to you, you can sense everything about them more keenly. Their body language, their odour (good or bad), their general attitude is on display, as is yours. This is provocative, or inspiring if you wish to use more positive language. You feel inclined, perhaps even obliged to participate beyond simply ‘being there’.

That feeling is going to produce different responses from different personalities. An extrovert will be in their element. As orders fly back-and-forth across the counter in a tapas bar, the energy in the room lifts conversation, adding vibrancy but a sense of importance. The ritual in the location, the intimacy of the space, often feeling partitioned from the rest of the world all gathers a sense that there’s a specific cool thing happening right here and now, and you’re in amongst it.

An introvert may need some persuading to cross the threshold of these spaces. Fear of being singled out, fear of getting the ritual or the order wrong in some way you can’t perceive but locals can spot a mile off, a language barrier, a lack of personal space. Yet, in the end people are frequently glad they did, like eyeing up an intimidating rollercoaster or theme park ride, then filled with the adrenalin rush and sense of release after taking the plunge. Many I’ve met who I wouldn’t describe as the life and soul of the party ordinarily tell me their favourites have been such places. Perhaps they will never choose them as their locals, but for memorable occasional one-offs where briefly they have stepped outside themselves and their imposed limits.

Tiny venues must by their nature eschew certain formalities. Dining, seating for all, table service, sometimes payment at the end. My view remains that pubs and bars generally improve the more formalities are thrown out of the window, with only a few exceptions where they can genuinely add to a sense of ceremony and fun.

For further examples go to our Tiny Venues section.



After all this, we’ve seen how larger venues use a sense of communality, novelty and ritual to bind customers that could otherwise feel unmoored and anonymous within a shared experience. Noise can bubble over into irritation though and service can at times go missing. By contrast, in a tiny venue everything is direct, there are no hiding places until you face the format square on. If it is a success, keep on plugging away, over time turning the bar into your own little hiding place, with your own gang, as the regulars did before you. The cycle goes on.

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Papa Joe’s Biersalon, Cologne.

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Alter Markt 50-52, 50667 Köln, Germany

**Important: PLEASE NOTE THAT PAPA JOE’S BIERSALON & PAPA JOE’S JAZZLOKAL ARE 2 DIFFERENT PLACES IN COLOGNE**

  • Quality and/or choice of drinks – 8/10
  • Style and Decor – 10/10
  • Character, Atmosphere and/or Local Life – 10/10
  • Amenities, Events & Community – 8/10
  • Value for Money – 6/10
  • The Pub-Going Factor –  9/10

Some forms of pub going occur entirely outside of the confines of English culture, and one of these is to be found in Cologne, where Papa Joe’s Biersalon has become a local favourite.

The traditional of socialising and even group singing alongside strangers is much more common in Germany, and during the height of the evening, the singalongs in Papa Joe’s constitute a proto-form of kareoke, except instead of one person singing, most of the pub joins in.

To make matters weirder, the songs are ‘performed’ hourly by a mechanical marionette by the bar, the range of tunes being a remorseless cast list of traditional German favourites with the typical organ, harpsichord and accordion ensemble. You’ll be gawping at first, through the sheer  eccentricity of a setup that by now locals know like the back of their hand.

Sitting among the crowd, even if you aren’t joining in the singing (there is no obligation to) is to take in a heady experience of local life, a sample of German national expression even, if you want to take it further. The venue itself adds to all of this; is traditional in style but theatrical in shape with raised seating around the perimeter of the ‘pit’ area in front of the bar, and a corner stage to boot. With the bar’s history, it isn’t surprising the place is adorned with jazz instruments hanging from the beams and snippets of musical ephemera plastered to the walls. There’s plenty to look at.

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Drinks are best procured from the bar area as table service can be a little slow at peak times. The local beer Gaffel Kolsch is on tap and delicious, at a standard price for the city centre, and while that ought to do you just fine, there are some decent other options these days too (if you fancy a hefeweizen for example).

The traditional seating and cosy interior is about the only aspect of the experience I can think of that was akin to English pub going. Everything else was rather quaint, quirky and shameless in its kitsch ‘old-time’ quality. Expect to see a huddle of young folk bombastically belting out the standards by the bar, while the middle aged folk sit further back, rocking their heads and crooning along.

If it’s not the mechanical instruments it’s live jazz music, bawdy poetry recitals and all other sorts of 1920s-era throwbacks to keep everyone entertained. Concerts are free and it’s always busy. Unsurprisingly, given its location in the heart of Cologne (you could run there from the front door of the Dom in a minute flat) Papa Joe’s has become an institution, creating an atmosphere you can’t just bottle or duplicate at will.

If you’re a little anxious about forced jollity I can certainly understand a degree of reticence, but you have to be there to understand. Even if you’re still wary, you’ll be pleased to note there is some respite in-between the shows, and you can hang out perfectly as you would elsewhere, just in a lovely and lively pub.

After visiting in 2007 I kept a grainy video on my phone of our time there, and over the next few years, generally spent penniless and occasionally depressed, I would occasionally pop that video on and remind myself of the good times spent in here to cheer me up. That phone and video has now gone, but the memory lives on strongly.

Since then I returned in 2018 and 2019 to find that, thankfully, hardly anything had changed.

It’s an essential place to drop by in Cologne, particularly as some of the brauhauses can tend to melt into one after a while. Papa Joe’s it offers something utterly different, strange, and yet pitted in the local tradition. Throw down a far jars of Gaffel Kolsch, gawp at the spectacle in front of you, and hey, even join in if you dare. After the festivities head around the corner to a kebab shop for a Turkisch pizza (making care to consume it before the alcohol wears off). Welcome to Cologne! In fact – welcome to Germany! This is the kind of pub you can justify a plane ticket for all on its own.