Ushering in Sydney’s growing obsession with craft beers, Sydney’s annual Craft Beer Week, hosted by Joel Connolly, could as easily be named ‘Craft Beard Week’, if not for the all-too-obvious statement it would appear to make.
A woman walks into a bar, and two minutes later, she’s got her favourite Japanese beer in a can – Yona Yona Pale Ale ($11) - in hand, watching B-grade film clips, while casually eyeing off a diverse crowd venturing behind back-lit rice paper screens.
After a tough week of personal attacks due to his ‘no high vis.’ dress code, Leeroy Petersen was keen to show me what his new venue should be known for – good food. He has completely gutted a ‘durty’ old Irish bar, giving it new life, natural light, wooden floors and smatterings of taxidermy on the walls.
While the predictable consequences of Lockout Laws are reaping havoc upon the character of Newtown, a level-by-level revamp is occurring in the original 1832 site of the ‘new town store’ from which the suburb drew its name.
This funky small bar in Darlinghurst is perfect for a first date: the balcony overlooks Taylor Square (so you'll have lots of colourful wildlife to giggle about if the conversation runs dry) and it's dark enough that you can easily escape if your Tinder date turns out to be shit.
Remember that ramen burger from the Noodle Night Markets that blew everyone's minds? Well now it’s found a permanent home at David Yip's One Tea Lounge & Grill. Since launching, Yip has become the matcha man, infusing green tea into at least 80% of the bar's menu.
You’ve got to wonder why it’s taken so long for a fully-fledged vegetarian restaurant to open in an old DVD store in Bondi. Lamenting the lack of options and the demise of movie rentals, co-owner Chitti Lardi, a vego who grew up in the Inner West, sought the perfect spot for a 100% vegetarian (with vegan options) diner.
Someone once told me that the key to happiness is to make others happy. Well, they were wrong, because after a visit to this quirky Jamaican hangout, it's pretty clear that the key to happiness involves jerk chicken and alcoholic sunsets served over ice.
After almost getting arrested (who knew you weren't allowed to wear a mask in a casino?), my date and I arrived at the Dom Pérignon Masquerade Party, only to be pointed and laughed at by one of the classy birds from The Bachelor.