Articles in inner west bars
Censorship’s a funny thing. In the American broadcast version of Die Hard 2, Bruce Willis cries “Yippee-kay-aye, Mr Falcon!” instead of “Yippee-kay-aye, motherfucker!”. Never mind the trivialisation of human death – it’s the use of …
Glebe’s nightspots are multiplying like rabbits on ecstasy, with two small bars opening within the same week.
One is a casual, sofa-filled affair called Mr Falcon that I’ll review soon – but for now I’ll focus …
There’s a stuffed ferret standing metres from where I’m drinking my caipirinha. Pert, feisty and somewhat glazed, I suspect that ferret symbolises all that is good and different about The Dock, Redfern’s latest small bar. …
Review by Emma Gardiner
Some things just belong together; Summernats and bogans, gin and despair, high heels and osteopaths.
At Essen, a German-style bier haus at Broadway, it’s all about European beverages and schnitzels the size of …
