Every university town pub I ever went to, my uni or others, which holds any special place in my heart has been so radically remodelled as to have no trace of the original and be completely unrecognisable to the point of you questioning if you are in the right place, so that there is no possibility for a nostalgic trip back for old times sake...
(save for one... but they didn't even change for a court order so :P)
I have been meaning to go back to the old haunt of a friend of mine who passed 15 years ago, and I find it on google and it has been so thoroughly changed.. they didn't just stop at a coat of paint, no, they even knocked out some walls, put in new ones and put on an extension. The whole damned building is a different shape. Aside from the name there is nothing left of the old pub. Memories really are just that, memories, as real and corporeal as a daydream.