The details in a place as old as the Old Town Bar pile up over the decades. You can visit regularly and not notice everything on the walls, ceiling and floor.
Recently, I was having a burger at the Old Town, taking a side table with a fine view of the old wooden phone booth, when I noticed a series of doorbell-like buttons along the chair rail. What the hell? I pressed one. Nothing happened, at least nothing I could see or hear.
I asked the waitress about the buttons. She said they once worked, and they were used by customers to get the attention of the wait staff. The wiring broke years ago. Who would have thought service was once so civilized at the ancient tavern?