This week, I’d like to reassure everyone on the fact that we haven’t lived of love and fresh water all this time - it’s just that there’re far too many interesting refreshing places here, that it’s hard to know where to start.
So, starting from our street’s corner, “the Great Britain” is a very large pub with a delightful beer garden. No sofa or table matches the other, the deco and furniture must have come from your granny‘s lounge. The only place where you can ask for a pint of “piss”, they’re own brew - which tests rather nice. Uhmmmm… gooood pisssss.
Moving on in direction of the city centre, several other chill bars, with no pretension what’s so ever, all serving a range of Australian and Tasmanian beers with funny names like little creatures, blue tongue and boags.
One of your favourites is “the Corner”, a 2 storeys pub with roof terrace which accommodate the greatest rock gigs in Melbourne. Anything from local pop-rock bands to super star heavy - dead core - metal international bands (Bullet for my valentine, Alice in chains and NIN, etc…). Not surprisingly, after all, ACDC started in Melbourne. We still got to find a gig to go, but need to check the bands on YouTube first, cause I don’t know any of them from name.
In the city centre, where the space is very limited between all sky-scrappers, all good bars - from trendy cocktail bars to bohemian caves, are located in the alleyways - or laneways as they say here.
You’ll think I’m joking, I’m not. We’ve learn that if you’re looking for a cool bar, you should look in the most stingy laneway and behind the biggest smelliest bins. The “forgot its name”, a perfect example, was absolutely wicked. An outdoor dancing area with DJ had been improvised between 2 buildings. Packed with people jumping up and down at the rhythm of the music - trainers and comfy clothes strongly advise as you’re after all dancing between rubbishes piles, and god knows where the grey water under our feet was coming from.
"The Croft Institute” was the weirdest and most scary bar we’ve ever been to. At the end of a laneway of a laneway, that place is coming straight out from an horror film, looking like a deserted old hospital where experiments on children were taking place, including an old hospital bed in the ladies loo and hundreds of test-tubes on the wall. The bar-man, that you should call the doctor, is serving bloody scary cocktails. Apparently it’s packed over the weekend, but was empty when we were there. I would never walk into that bar alone, unless caring an axe with me.
North of the centre, within Carlton and Fitzroy areas, Brunswick Street is the most bars per streets populated area. More jazzy, arty, bohemian types, we’re going back there tonight to see a rock (classic 50’s) band.
In conclusion, there’s definitely a different drinking culture here. No binge drinking, seating at the same table for hours is allowed, as those bars are so fascinating that you want to see as many of them as possible when out. Pub crawl - hourray! But most importantly - you need a map with you, cause otherwise, you can never (re)find those bars.
Next Saturday, the 14th Feb, we’re going to see a soccer game at the massive Telstra Dome… uhm.. Wonder whose happy St Valentine day it’ll be.
So, starting from our street’s corner, “the Great Britain” is a very large pub with a delightful beer garden. No sofa or table matches the other, the deco and furniture must have come from your granny‘s lounge. The only place where you can ask for a pint of “piss”, they’re own brew - which tests rather nice. Uhmmmm… gooood pisssss.
Moving on in direction of the city centre, several other chill bars, with no pretension what’s so ever, all serving a range of Australian and Tasmanian beers with funny names like little creatures, blue tongue and boags.
One of your favourites is “the Corner”, a 2 storeys pub with roof terrace which accommodate the greatest rock gigs in Melbourne. Anything from local pop-rock bands to super star heavy - dead core - metal international bands (Bullet for my valentine, Alice in chains and NIN, etc…). Not surprisingly, after all, ACDC started in Melbourne. We still got to find a gig to go, but need to check the bands on YouTube first, cause I don’t know any of them from name.
In the city centre, where the space is very limited between all sky-scrappers, all good bars - from trendy cocktail bars to bohemian caves, are located in the alleyways - or laneways as they say here.
You’ll think I’m joking, I’m not. We’ve learn that if you’re looking for a cool bar, you should look in the most stingy laneway and behind the biggest smelliest bins. The “forgot its name”, a perfect example, was absolutely wicked. An outdoor dancing area with DJ had been improvised between 2 buildings. Packed with people jumping up and down at the rhythm of the music - trainers and comfy clothes strongly advise as you’re after all dancing between rubbishes piles, and god knows where the grey water under our feet was coming from.
"The Croft Institute” was the weirdest and most scary bar we’ve ever been to. At the end of a laneway of a laneway, that place is coming straight out from an horror film, looking like a deserted old hospital where experiments on children were taking place, including an old hospital bed in the ladies loo and hundreds of test-tubes on the wall. The bar-man, that you should call the doctor, is serving bloody scary cocktails. Apparently it’s packed over the weekend, but was empty when we were there. I would never walk into that bar alone, unless caring an axe with me.North of the centre, within Carlton and Fitzroy areas, Brunswick Street is the most bars per streets populated area. More jazzy, arty, bohemian types, we’re going back there tonight to see a rock (classic 50’s) band.
In conclusion, there’s definitely a different drinking culture here. No binge drinking, seating at the same table for hours is allowed, as those bars are so fascinating that you want to see as many of them as possible when out. Pub crawl - hourray! But most importantly - you need a map with you, cause otherwise, you can never (re)find those bars.
Next Saturday, the 14th Feb, we’re going to see a soccer game at the massive Telstra Dome… uhm.. Wonder whose happy St Valentine day it’ll be.
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