I grew up on Port Hacking rd, and every night from the ages 4-7 my old man would take me to the Inn just so i could direct him home. I quite miss that innocent smell of the beer rubbed into the carpet.
I live in the inner city now and the pubs here still have character, not like the suburban time-spaces that fail to coincide with the want of a human's texture.
I drink at The Golden Barley, The Warren View, The Carlisle Castle, The Hopetoun Hotel, The KB Hotel (nice one cheese),The Excelsior,The Annandale Hotel, The Sando, The Duke of Edinburough, The Townie, The Zanzibar, The Oxford at Petersham(well i dont know about drink so much as perv),The Coopers Arms, The Empire, too many "the's".
In fact i drink everywhere
tis only because i like a beer.
