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i was feeling a bit down so daniel my good samaritan friend & usual suspect at large played knight in shining armour & took me out drinking. philanthropy comes easily to him.
as we both know the answer to your problems can be found at the bottom of the bottle. preferably in one of your favoured hang spots, in this case unpretentious boho cocktail bar meets underground restaurant in one.
this is cafe lounge. dark, kitsch, safe, funky, red. i've been coming here for years. it's still just as good [although it was sexier before they put the outdoor roof on]. damn those natural elements.
and yes, i did feel a lot better after.
cafe lounge
277 goulburn st
surry hills
[02] 9356 8888
how to describe shady pines saloon without losing the waxed rhetoric plot?
the object of personal paradoxes: a wonderful underground hole in the wall steeped in shadows & brooding lynchian mid west design. the good ol' fashioned longhorn bar replete with bric-a-brac detail: a production designer's wet dream & a taxidermy fetishist's paradise with faux tobacco-stained walls caressed by music to caustically vibrate the soul. music that counts. like townes van zandt. no pre-fabricated paint-by-numbers easy listening sounds here.
this is a bar for stylish sadists. where a well-trained palate & eye can soak up the well turned cocktails which seduce from the bleeding burnt umbre hues like a beguiling victorian ankle, exposed just so, then ambushes with the gravelly rash only william burroughs & his ilk could provide. just ask the skilled staff to make you a cocktail: provide a preferred ingredient and the trade is a win win. especially if it's whiskey based.
if oscar wilde was a cowboy, he would drink here. this is a place a literary barfly could call home. and so it was.
[thanks daniel]
shady pines
alley off crown st
[beneath american apparel]
darlinghurst 2010
daily til midnight
