Bar Fly: One Tea Lounge & Grill
Remember that ramen burger from the Noodle Night Markets that blew everyone's minds? Well now it’s found a permanent home at David Yip's One Tea Lounge & Grill. Since launching, Yip has become the matcha man, infusing green tea into at least 80% of the bar's menu.
Bar at the End of the Wharf
My date’s late, so I’m nursing an Old Fashioned ($20). It’s not on their short list of cocktails, but they do offer to make any classics you have a hankering for; so I forgive the bartender for it being sweet and gritty with undissolved sugar. Ordering off-list isn’t my usual practice, but I’m combating pre-theatre anxiety.
Food News – Bottoms Up!
It has been a year since Mr Tipply took over the City Hotel in the CBD, so a birthday bash fit for a one-year-old booze hound was thrown. With a candy bar, exotic entertainers, and a dress-up photo-booth, it was a festival for the big kid inside all of us.
Bar Fly: Rosie Campbell’s
Someone once told me that the key to happiness is to make others happy. Well, they were wrong, because after a visit to this quirky Jamaican hangout, it's pretty clear that the key to happiness involves jerk chicken and alcoholic sunsets served over ice.
Bar Fly: Kubrick’s
While many small bars are going down the American or speakeasy route, it's refreshing to see one quirky Darlinghurst bar doing things differently. Kubrick's, situated on Stanley Street (get it?) has bright white walls punctuated by funky geometric wall sculptures and angular murals.
Garnished with a slider, hot wing, and prawn, The Bloody Hell ($25) is without a doubt the most ridiculous cocktail I’ve ever seen. A chilli-infused Bloody Mary, it is but one of ten variations of the classic at the appropriately named Bloody Mary’s, made with in-house blended tomato juice, and with a spice wall for heat customisation.
Bar Fly: The Morrison Bar and Oyster Room
If you'd have asked me 24 hours ago how I felt about oysters, I would have probably made a comment about them being glorified sea boogers, but a preview evening at The Morrison's Oyster Festival forced me out of my ignorant shell and made me see these flawless little pearlers in a new light.