Everywhere I've lived I've had no problems finding a local.
Most recent regular was a pub in an Irish neighborhood, staffed by Irish people (honestly a much better experience than "Irish" pubs), 4 bucks for a beer, and that's in an expensive city.
Though it can be easy to overlook the sort of hole in the wall places that function as the final holdouts with locals that have been going there for decades. I think it helps to be tolerant of divey places if you went to stumble upon them. I've found it quite nice - you get plugged into a social circle where there's zero expectation to do anything, although it can be a bit odd if everyone is from the immediate neighborhood and you are a bit further out. But I just give it to them straight and say "there aren't many bars like this around anymore" and if it's a good one you usually get a good bit of history that's interesting and of itself.
Well, yeah. I know bars exist. I tried to buy one once. And it seems to follow that people go there.
I belatedly recall that I had a friend who went to gay bars until aids did him in. It was early days. I think that's everyone. No wait. My brother did bars. He's dead too. Now I think that's everyone.
I knew lots and lots and lots of junkies, chronic alcoholics, daily drug users and teetotalers. I knew more people who made PCP than went to bars.
FWIW, I drank for 14 years but quit when I was turned 22.
I only ever knew one guy who was a regular bar patron. He lost his license for DWI and was hit by a drunk driver while bicycling home.
Our peers all had parties and crashed where we were.
Bars always felt like a TV-Only thing. Like self-cleaning houses. Like making 40k/yr in LA and affording bars and nice housing.