I can find pubs and bars, even in completely unfamiliar places.
For example, I once arrived in a town in Spain at 2am, after a long and stressful journey. I was too pent-up to sleep, and I needed some refreshing, cold beer. I’d never been there before, and had no clue about the layout of the town or anything, so I asked the people we were staying with if there was a bar anywhere that might be open. “No,” they said, “nothing’s open at this hour”.
I didn’t believe them. Surely, in a town of this size and with plenty of tourism, somewhere there’s going to be a bar that opens late. I started walking, using instinct. I came to a restaurant that was closing down for the night, and asked the patron. “No, everything is shut now”. I didn’t believe him.
Walking through the dense grid network of the streets, left here, right there, straight across here, left there, I eventually came across a little bar that was lit up and serving, and quenched my thirst with a few large San Miguels before heading back to our lodgings the way I’d come, spotting minor landmarks I’d memorised on the way out to aid navigation. It was about a half-hour walk each way.
Over the next few days, as I got to know the layout of the town, I realised that I’d taken exactly the right route from the lodging to the bar - the same route I’d have taken had I known exactly where I was going. I also learned that it was the only bar in town that opened that late.
In British towns and cities, I’ve got an unerring knack of - not finding a pub, that’s pretty easy - but finding a good pub, serving decent beer, no jukebox, friendly clientele. These tend to be in a single, slightly run-down area slightly away from the city centre, and I’ve no idea how I know every time where that area might be, but I do.
Not exactly useless, but not useful enough to make me a fortune, alas.