These days I only review bars that are so good I want to live in them, and after several months of searching and sneering I’ve finally found one: Jangling Jacks.
Rising from the ashes of Bootleg Bar in Potts Point, right next to where Soho used to be, this is a dark, indie bar with a slight gothic vibe.
Green lampshades that the Addams Family would have approved of hang from the ceiling, there’s a skeleton on the sign, and Johnny Cash’s cover of Personal Jesus plays on the stereo when I first step into this narrow bar.
Most of the seating here is on stools lined up along the counter, which encourages conversations amongst what mainly seems to be locals gathered around it. It’s like a darker, grittier version of the bar from Cheers. Kinda. Well, maybe not.
The cocktail list is good (I like any bar that offers the Boulevardier), there’s a Lord Nelson beer on tap (Three Sheets Pale Ale), food that … well, I have no idea, but I have a vague memory of seeing something edible on the menu, and staff that are friendly.
In short, I like this bar.
Jangling Jacks, 175 Victoria Street, Potts Point.