It is ‘Thirsty Thursday’ at the Dove & Olive, and in addition to $5 craft beer schooners, everyone seems to be tucking into the $9.90 burger special. This would normally seem par for the course, but since it is 38 degrees outside I can’t quite face a burger and just need something cold.
Descending the stairs of the CBD’s go-to French bistro Le Pub, this seemingly trendy, tardis-like, Parisian-style establishment opens up to reveal an odd mix of the after work drinks’ crowd, family diners, and girls’ night victims. Nonetheless, the tastefully decorated venue is quite comfortable, albeit a little raucous on the evening I dined.
My approach to cooking steak usually involves buying whatever's on special, overcooking it until it resembles old carpet, and then failing to rescue the taste by drowning it in tomato sauce. Since discovering this cool Redfern gastropub, my approach has changed... now I leave it to the professionals at The Woolpack to fulfil my meat cravings with a grilled slab of what I'm convinced is Sydney's best steak.
With a convict-cum-chic menu, craft beers and views of the coat hanger, one of Sydney’s oldest pubs has reopened with a vengeance. Overlooking Barangaroo, it still has a certain quietness, with a whiff of potential; and with plans to open a penthouse bar upstairs, the owners are surely banking on this.
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.
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.
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.
While the name - Mr Tipply’s - might leave you to believe you’re entering a small bar, the cavernous surrounds decked out with wall-sized murals of exotic-looking women clue you in that you’re entering a modern pub.
This leafy courtyard is where the Eastern Suburbs set congregate after the Randwick races or the AFL. At sunset, the outdoor space is alive with chattering birds above the chatting crowds.
"Our son’s Italian greyhound can sit right there," a couple at a neighbouring table explains, as they fill me in on why they frequent the new-look Annandale Hotel.