Ah, the Nag’s. It’s the kind of place you can imagine might draw in throngs of homesick Brits, decked out as it is with maroon leather couches and carpeting reminiscent of just about every UK pub I’ve ever wandered into. But for the most part, the punters here are locals – students who wander in from Sydney University a block or so over, and inner-city types who come for the unpretentious menu, the dozen on-tap beers and the regular live gigs. (Sophie Tarr)
162 St Johns Rd, Glebe. 9660 1591, www.nagshead.com.au
