The barstaff know what drink you want without you having to say.
The landlord of one my old locals that's sadly now closed used to start pouring a pint into a dimpled mug as soon as he saw me step through the door.
The local sometimes means lock-ins.
Ah, the lock-in. Where we'd drink until the dawn chorus began, where we made our own entertainment doing handstands on the bar. Where chips were cooked at 2:30am to soak up the booze. Where we could pull our own pints as long as they were paid for.
The local is the extension on your own home you share with friends and strangers.
I'm in my local right now reading the Sunday papers and drinking Oakham Akhenaten. The perfect lazy Sunday afternoon.