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Every time the Monday Barhop crew gets together, an inevitable conversation will be had about we should have our own bar. It started with “we could start a bar” and … Continue reading →
Class and quality. The Hazy Rose is decked out with upholstered chairs and polished wood tables; tassles, pineapples and patterned olive wallpaper. Its décor is a fusion of colonial exotica … Continue reading →
The Hotdog, the bouncer and the fridge door. No, not the long lost C.S Lewis novel of magical wieners, buff men and secret worlds hidden within fridges, the Soda Factory … Continue reading →
Tucked neatly into a corner of Taylor Square, Foley Lane is like your Spanish small bar that has found a steady girlfriend and got a pay rise, and is finally, … Continue reading →
Jester’s might look like another hole in the wall but venture through the skinny hallway and you may find yourself a little like that girl who walked through that ugly … Continue reading →
In the beginning there was a bar. And that bar was small. It was the very first small bar in Sydney. The first of its kind to forge a path … Continue reading →
Do you ever wish you were growing up in the 1950s? When there was only one type of milk and it was delivered to your door every morning, when television … Continue reading →
I visited The Little Guy twice before writing this review, and on each occasion one thing really stood out – how delightful the bar staff were. I’m talking a can-we-please-be-friends … Continue reading →
For a long time Madame Fling Flong was one of a rare breed of small cocktail bars. The Madame inhabited the second floor above a tapas restaurant on the King … Continue reading →
I. Was. On. Fire. Absolutely killing it. Charming smile, seductive eyes, slight brushing of the legs. The red wine in my hand and the dim lighting were doing wonders for … Continue reading →
It seems a lifetime since I last used my pockets to actually carry things. But I have fond, rose-coloured memories of diving my hand into their fabric-y depths to find … Continue reading →
“If you want to sip your delicious creation from an upturned shower cap or an old watering can then more power to you.” – Schweppes Bar Week – what turned … Continue reading →
Palmer and Co is built inside Sydney’s first source of water. I am not sure what others visualise, but the civil engineer in me was thrilled to learn this fact. … Continue reading →
Welcome to Arcadia Liquors – the newest addition to the burgeoning small bar scene of Redfern. Straight off the bat, Arcadia wins the award for most deceptively addressed and most … Continue reading →
“I love Assembly Bar!” That’s what a fellow barhopper told me a few days before we were scheduled to go, so trusting her taste, I wiled away my Monday at … Continue reading →
Have you ever thought about how you wanted to die? You know, really old in bed surrounded by all your family, saving a bus full of school children, or maybe … Continue reading →
To many of us budding wine connoisseurs, a chance to indulge at a quaint bar flaunting over 250 wines sounds utterly delicious. So, we packed our adjectives and arrived at … Continue reading →
We had heard a lot about Spooning Goats on the twitterverse of late. Following the process of opening up a new small bar in Sydney tweet by tweet was thoroughly … Continue reading →
I had been super pumped for weeks about hitting up Since I Left You. I knew nothing about it except that it was named after a brilliant Avalanches song – … Continue reading →
As seems to be requisite for small bars, the entrance to Freda’s Bar is at the end of an unassuming alleyway. The street style posters pasted one after the other … Continue reading →
Mushrooms and Mario Kart – two solid reasons you should go check out the Black Sheep at Newtown. Not the red mushroom that will make Mario go faster but the … Continue reading →
Gardel’s – a bar that can not be pigeonholed by genre nor geography. Where cowhide adorns furniture, alongside studded, crimson leather. Where cocktails garnished with a single rose petal are … Continue reading →
Barhoppers. Grasshoppers. A match made in literary heaven. But was this punnalicious coincidence a precursor for our bar experience? Maybe not heaven, but we’re on our way. Any inner city … Continue reading →
From the parrot-covered wallpaper to the homemade ginger beer served in tin mugs, Grandma knows how to spoil their grandchildren. – Being one of the few left in this city … Continue reading →
The Baxter Inn is masculine and old American without being too much of either. Descend down into the dimly-lit drinking den and it will wrap you up in whisky-scented charm. … Continue reading →
I had high expectations for Stitch. Really, really high expectations. I heard ‘Sewing’ and ‘Bar,’ and ‘Hotdog’ all in the same sentence and they skyrocketed to heights Bob Marley would … Continue reading →
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