This film is not homage to a bar, or to Dave Daniels or to punk rock, soft rock or Shepard’s Pie. It’s not a love affair with Miami or a retrospective of Lemon City. It’s about a place that could be anywhere in the world. A conduit to creativity and expression while bridging the gap in a divided community segregated and obstructed so blatantly yet those who commute around it regularly pretend not to notice and turn a blind eye. It’s about people and the never-ending search for individuality. The Pub is simply the church of expression the world constantly seeks in this particular place. It’s the podium for freedom in a region stifled by conformity and criticism. This is story of a fish out of water that sprouted wings and gave a voice to life.