They’ve depth chargers on the menu, fishwives’ garden & battle of Cadiz stuff. One of Hobart’s oldest restaurant institutions – The Drunken Admiral.
There he is again. Our old friend Winston, though this time not at the Astor Hotel, but up in North Hobart at big old pub called The Winston.
As we stepped into the 1920’s Art Deco ambience of the Astor Grill, one could almost picture Winston and Nancy swapping insults and port in a dark corner.
“My sister?” says Hyacinth Bucket, “She’s the one with the Mercedes, swimming pool and room for a pony…” Did you know that’s the name’s genesis?
Pub Food? That’s come a long way, baby. No longer the poor cousin of cafés and restaurants, pubs have had to up their game.
What kind of restaurant takes guests out to the garden and into the kitchens? Saffire at Coles Bay. Home of food industry shooting star Nikki Hiscock.
This new bar on the block hums to its own tune, and that’s a good thing. The food is outstanding. The wine? Well that’s another story.
AAAAH! Sunday brunch! A favourite time of the week for me and my friends, and obviously a lot of other people around Australia. And in Hobart, as in any other largish town here in Oz, we’re spoilt for choice. Ginger Brown has been quietly doing its thing for a while now, and wow! They’re still…
There’s only one restaurant in Hobart that actually has ducks hanging in the window, and that’s Chinese Tasty BBQ in Sandy Bay.
Society – great name for a bar, and good location. So what’s wrong? The owners don’t understand the meaning of the business they’re in.