I’m not sure how to write this review. On one hand I genuinely like this bar – a lot. On the other hand, I’d rest easier if they hadn’t named it after Papa himself. But, …

I didn’t expect to write anything whatsoever about the Hotel Steyne, an old Manly pub directly opposite the beach – and yet here I am reviewing two completely different bars within it that I both …

It’s 6.30pm on a weeknight and a girl in a skimpy bikini is taunting a group of old men on Manly’s Corso.
“You like it?” she asks in a high voice, as she wiggles her …

I’m sitting metres away from the beach with a margarita in my hand as the six-foot swell rolls in, and even though I firmly believe this is how every Sydneysider should spend their evenings I …