Black Ben ran a nice bar.

Even though most of the customers were dressed in filthy, vermin ridden rags or were missing a leg, arm, hand, eye or were hacking and coughing with pleurisy and tuberculosis, the crowd still had a grand old time at Black Ben's place. I mean, every time the Doctor walked through the door, there was a song in the air and everybody was laughing and dancing and and canoodling like crazy. Say what you will about Black Ben, but he knew how to show you a good time.