That is discrimination against those of alternate genders...and those who buy sex. ;)
I don't know of anywhere open to the general public where it is acceptable to check their organs to see if they have organs inappropriate to their apparent gender - we merely assume that people are what they appear to be when clothed. Of course if an apparent male went into the ladies loo and was found out ...... though of course there is one class of human males who have the inalienable right to use the ladies' loos in appropriate circumstances (work that one out!)
Things must have rocketed downhill in the last 15 or so years though, if Weatherspoons is now considered a pub. The last one I went in was more like a karaoke joint catering for unshaven men and middle aged women in crop tops and pubic pelmets (aka mini skirts).
Your experience has to relate to the area. I go to one in the City and one in TOWIELAND and they are both like any other pub with quiet piped muzak (a curse on the inventor's line).
In the same street there is a classic ancient pub which is a bit worse than you describe - ten days ago a patron reversed his car over bystanders with whom presumably he had had a barney in the street and the entry guards make American Footballers look like 6 stone weaklings.
I now live in a dry US town and I do miss my old UK local - a free house - which didn't have a juke box and where you could actually catch up on village news. The vicar and local plod both went there regularly and the car park was small enough that there were few outsiders.
Yes, we still have a majority of pubs like that though they usually only have two, perhaps three bitters on tap. Normally good very friendly service.
A few comments about Mr Plod. I know of one country pub where the peeler would come round ten minutes after closing time to ensure the place was empty and the door was locked so no more could be served. Having checked the other pubs he would return, enter by the back door, be greeted by the customers and buy his pint or whatever.
I was in a pub celebrating a girl's 18th birthday (local minimum age to buy alcohol) when a couple of peelers came in. Straight to me "how old are you?" reply "20", to the girl the same question "today is my 18th birthday" so they left. Not one of the 10 or 15 other students in the group was old enough but we were all buying and drinking!
Just remembered: you can go to our local microbrewery and it is a bit like the old public bars. Trestle tables, bench seats, stone floor, no muzak!. Last time I was there they had about 15 beers on tap - you paid a refundable quid (U K pound) for a glass and beer is two quid a pint which is about half of high street pub prices.
You mentioned vicars and plods; I wonder how many of your countrymen understood those - you realise that we speak a nearly different language though Hollywood has forced us to learn yours!
Plods (they plod around the streets all day and night), peelers (founded by Sir John Peel), rozzers (I don't know the origin of that abuse) are policemen or women