Bar Fly: Darlo Country Club
I'm sitting in a glamorous L.A .country club. No wait, maybe it's a yacht club. In Darlinghurst. And I'm eating lobster mac 'n' cheese and drinking bubblegum-infused cocktails that have been delivered to me by a girl who looks fresh off the tennis court.
Bar Fly: Moore Street Den
Be prepared to wade through a sea of suits before you arrive at this luxe drinking den, tucked away at the far end of Martin Place Bar. Moore Street Den adds a swish new hidden dimension to this bustling CBD bar, making it the perfect place to unwind with a few of your closest strappy-heeled corporate Barbie buddies over a few cocktails and nibbles after a busy day of city life.
Bar Fly – Vic on the Park
I'm kicked back on The Vic's back deck, soaking up the sunshine and enjoying a wine when I catch the moment they first notice each other. I watch their playful interactions heat up before animalistic lust takes over and the pair threaten to consummate in the corner...
The Two Wolves: Community Cantina
At The Two Wolves: Community Cantina, the décor tells a worldly story: the ceiling boasts strings of flags and hanging plants, and the walls are festooned with action shots of volunteers and religious paraphernalia. The purpose here is to sell food and drink to raise money for The Cardoner Project, a Jesuit and Catholic youth network that sends volunteers all over the world to help out communities in need.
Bar Fly: Zanzibar
veryone knows that getting drunk during the day is one of the best things about summer, and Zanzibar's recently relaunched rooftop bar provides the ideal setting for daytime drinking. While the 1950s backyard Australia-styled rooftop is the star of the show, Zanzibar is essentially three bars in one.
Scratch beneath the hipster veneer and many venues come up lacking. Underlying kooky décor that includes a glowing sakura ceiling in the upper bar, and erotic shibari prints, Edison bulbs in birdcages and dangling autumnal leaves downstairs, is both clever architecture (courtesy of FJMT who did neighbouring Surry Hills Library) and a raison d’etre.
Handsome bartenders spent a lot of time at my table, muddling, freezing and whirling smoke through a range of bespoke Japanese-inspired cocktails, when I imbibed, early in the piece, with three food media pals. Frozen using liquid nitrogen, into a pretty pink slushy, Kawaii Kisses ($19) with watermelon, T2 Just Rose tea, Belvedere vodka and sake, could well become the taste of Sydney summer.