The Thousands

Ugh. It’s summer, when we all want to go out drinking, and we still have another eight months of the impossibly stupid Rees Freeze to endure. No new bars in the areas we want new bars.

And yet, you would have noticed numerous nondescript hotels opening up in exactly the areas under the freeze. Such is the reality of idiot bureaucracy, and its friend the hotel lobby.**I’ve been through most of these new barns, and don’t bother. Go, instead, to our rare pubs with character, like the Old Fitz. It’s tough to find a more relaxed place to take an open-air drink than out the front here, away from the hustle of William Street. Meanwhile, the curios around the main bar lend it a warmth and charm not found in a lot of pubs, or you can pop downstairs for a play and a laksa. Plus, between the friendly bar staff and the jukey, you can basically run the music. Classics, as they say, are classics for a reason.