Gloriously, it is anything but. It’s an open-armed place, one that welcomes anyone and everyone, so long as they’ll buy a drink. Lemonade is permitted; tomato juice raises a wry eyebrow. The Wrotham does, however, love its rhythm and blues; it loves music of all kinds, from wailing harmonicas to screaming guitars and sea shanties, to men in denim doing their best Leonard Cohen. You might hear Mark Knopfler’s Local Hero being given a workout. Apt.