I’ve been to the Depeche Mode bar in Tallinn, where they only play Depeche Mode, and the walls are covered with photos of Essex.
Told my friend about it when we were drunk, and she made me solemnly swear that if either of us ever won the lottery we had to open a Fleetwood Mac bar on the same lines. We didn’t get far on the imaginary menu, but it had Whisky Macs and Lindsey Buckfast.