It’s 1.30pm on a Saturday, I’ve barely been awake for an hour, and while I should be scoffing scrambled eggs and coffee to deal with my hangover I find myself at Ragu Pasta and Wine …

If burlesque artists strutting half naked on bar counters appeals to you then a) you’re my kind of people and b) you ought to head to Zeta Bar’s Extreme Cabaret night.
Every Friday until the end …

I’ve been reviewing so many new small bars recently that this week I decided to do the opposite – namely to review Sydney’s oldest pub. Actually, whether or not The Lord Nelson is the oldest …

When I’m not drinking, writing or being abused by my cat, I’m usually being abused by my university students – and so, after a particularly vigorous Wednesday evening class that left me fatigued and in …