After work, the CBD suits are standing around upright tables, watching the big screens of the sports bar, spilling onto the street. I’m still waiting for the less corporate Bar Bloke.
What struck me as a sports bar heaved a collective (and gutturally Germanic) sigh of relief when the throbbing mass of suits - there for Happy Hour $12 jugs of Heineken (between 5pm and 7pm weekdays) - gave way to couples and casual, relaxed diners.