BY ALEC SMART A Leichardt pub leaseholder has disappeared, allegedly owing tens of thousands of dollars to bands that performed in the premises he was managing, the Bald Faced Stag Hotel on Parramatta Road. Scott Mackenzie was removed from the premises of the Bald Faced Stag on 20 January after the owners, Marvan Hotels, became […]
The largest pub on King Street and perhaps the most popular, The Newtown Hotel is often the first port of call for locals looking to quench their thirst. Downstairs is where you’ll find the most action, with plenty of seats crowded close to the enormous square bar, itself giving way to pool tables, arcade machine […]
The Lord Roberts Hotel is an allrounder. You will find your classic schnitties, parmas, fish & chips and burgers alongside cheese platters and delicious chef specials. With the grill flared up, snacks to nibble on and a pint in hand, this Darlinghurst hangout is excellent if you’re looking for a laid back night. Weekly Trivia […]
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.
The Newington on Stanmore Road has been given a new lease of life; getting a fresh lick of paint and recently being re-launched as Public House Petersham – a funky space where the focus is on the community.
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.
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.
Hearts might have sunk when news spread that the old KB Hotel was getting an American-themed refit, but the place has never looked better.
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.
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.