The Thousands

Good new pubs these days are like good new jeans: they can be damn hard to find. So much so I’d just about given up on seeking anything new and good and just continued to wear my 5 year old pair that had an enormous crotch rip and an ass-cheek sized hole, on my ass cheek. Dark blue jocks were vital but my inner thigh was still turning everyone on just a little too much. But then things changed. I found Hotel Wright Street and my small world shifted – I quickly got myself a new pair, my crappy analogy was obliterated, and I found myself eating delicious duck fat roasted potatoes.

Hotel Wright Street is that pub one block across from the Central Market but now it’s completely different. It has been tizzied up and the authentic local pub feel of one of the oldest buildings in the south-west corner of the CBD is back. Huge communal wooden tables dot the bar. The stools in the bar are made from old wire and plastic bottle crates. There are 11 beers and ciders on tap that you’ve probably never had before and a bunch more in the fridge waiting for you after you check your market veggies into the pub’s ‘coolroom cloakroom’.  A cloakroom for your shopping. That’s so damn neat. The best bit is the prices aren’t masquerading at restaurant heights and the food is really great on an ever-changing menu. There should be more pubs like this.