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 …