Articles in favourite Sydney bars
The first thing that hits you on entering the Absinthe Salon is the heady scent of aniseed. It fills the air and smacks you in the face, taking a few moments to get used to. …
When I was a wee bonny lad my parents were thinking about buying a chocolate shop in the Cross and so every week we’d visit the main drag to visit it, passing the prostitutes, neon …
On a Friday evening Small Bar (which despite its name covers three levels) is packed. As a friend of mine and I walk down Sussex Lane, which borders one side of the bar, we see …
Judging from the number of beer bars popping up around Sydney, from the various Bavarian Bier Cafes to Redoak, it seems we’re developing a touch of malt mania – and now Surry Hills has jumped …
Pop art (think Warhol and Lichtenstein) is painted on the walls; matchbooks, cards and other knickknacks are scattered under the glass-topped bar counter that doubles as a bookshelf and funk is playing from the sound …
As much as I love cocktail bars I hate the attitude that sometimes goes with them in this town. Luckily, however, being rejected by doormen has finally worked in my favour because if my gay …

