It'll be the whole thing about table and chairs too. The tavern in the book was presumably organised like a 20th century British pub.
This is what I was getting at when I was talking about painstakingly researched horses turning up at yet another pastiche inn. The history of the pub is a fascinating - and very complex - subject, yet most fantasy authors just serve up a slightly reheated version of the Prancing Pony.
This is the problem with sabolich's argument - the level of research needed to keep everything at a cosnsistently high level of verisimilitude is, for the vast majority of us, simply going to be impossible. It'll get harder still if we actually get published and have to knock out a novel every 18 months or so.
So, if I am reading a book in which gallons of ink have been spillled telling me about how the hero is riding a destrier rather than a palfrey and precisely how the rigging is set up and how long said destrier can bounce along before needing X amount of hard tack (because, of course, they won't be put to grass during the winter months or whatever), I'm going to think - "narrative realism - here we go!". So when the hero turns up at a remote village (alarm bells already ringing) and stops off at the village pub which, despite the lack of any infrastructure, is kitted out like a 12th century Little Chef, I'm going to be very, very disappointed that the author has been unable to maintain their chosen narrative style.
Regards,
Peter