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Martin Place Bar
A good location can often lead to a few cut corners—especially when it comes to city pubs. So it was a pleasure to find out that Martin Place Bar takes pride in not only producing good food, but in sourcing free range produce.
Forest Lodge Hotel
Festooned with fairy lights, a stocking-clad doll, vintage photos, and boasting craft beers on tap, the bar at the Forest Lodge Hotel—or Flodge as I once lovingly knew it—has come a long way from my fond memories of stale beer and aromatic football socks.
The Balmain Hotel
With dumplings one buck each on a Thursday night, most patrons are tucking into steaming bamboo baskets—but at The Balmain Hotel there’s also a new menu to try.
Pitt St Diner
Every neighbourhood should have a little Parisian bistro. Better still, one with young French chefs from the south-west of France in the kitchen who play to their seaside strengths and offer up a clattering mound of Moules Marinières ($25) in a white wine and cream sauce, slightly smoky from a good flambé.
Clubhouse
Land-locked and industrial, Rosebery is far cry from where you would expect to find beachside motifs and a menu to match. However with Surf Life Saving (SLS) Australia’s National Headquarters situated above it, Clubhouse is an incongruous but welcome presence.
Firefly
It’s the Festival of Guilty Food Pleasures, and as a result the shoestring fries at Firefly, usually Parmesan-dusted and truffle-oiled, come additionally bacon-enriched with a paprika aioli.
Chinaman Dumpling
Dumplings, in and of themselves, make me happy. Boil ‘em, fry ‘em—just let me have them. So it didn’t take too much to get me across the bridge to visit Chinaman Dumpling Bar.
Cuckoo Callay
When it comes to the celebration of all things bacon, the entrance to Newtown Station is hardly the place you would expect to look.
The Morrison Bar & Oyster Room
Follow the bold gold lettering, and in the old Brooklyn Hotel you’ll now find The Morrison Bar and Oyster Room. Warm with plants, fairy lights, raw brick, and yellow lamps, the menu is revamped for summer, and hops countries with abandon.
Customs House Bar
The post-work white-collar crowd is quaffing pints and cocktails amid wine barrels and wooden tables. The gathering is generic, but the beverages are not.
