With 20 of around 100 craft beers rotating on the taps, a bottle shop doing growler refills, an indoor bocce pitch, and private rooms for hosting your own roast party, the question isn’t why you’d choose to shake the chill here; it’s why you’d ever choose to leave. St Kilda East.
They have boggle, a fire, cheap Beck's and a dog. If you're not down with that, we can't help you. Brunswick East.
This pub first opened in 1873, but its renowned burgers are far better now than they were then. The renovation last year brought art, fire, 2 Brothers beers and a pulled pork sandwich to the table. It’s a party you want a Saturday afternoon ticket to. Fitzroy North.
Melbourne’s TV industry comes to lick their wounds here. There’s pan seared tuna to be had in the dining room (along with parmas, fear not), but why not pull up a well worn lounge to the front bar grate, sip your James Squire, and listen to the untold horrors a dictator film director has inflicted that day? Windsor.
Sure, it's not a pub, but there are few better places to soak up a ‘lil old school ambience before the mantel. Cocktails, Chesterfield lounges, a jazzy soundtrack and purchasable cigars – It’s like a speakeasy, minus the constant prospect of death by tommy-gun. Yarraville.
You feel like things could turn a bit gothic, or Scottish as you sit before the flames and beneath the vaulted ceilings in this converted church. Generally though, things tick over in a convivial candlelit fashion, while indie-bands play, and craft beers flow. Northcote.
Totes famous long before its appearance on TV series Offspring, the venerable Union Club nails the atmosphere of a warm, low-key local. Sink into a leather couch by the hearth with some bangers, mash, beer and a base guitar backing track. Fitzroy.
Double check your shirt colour before you hit the footy house. This is, first and foremost, a pre/post game hype-up and consolation pub. Order your Carlton by the jug, make some pals, and share some burning tales of victory as the burn. Richmond.
The food is amazing, but it’s not a gastro pub. The Napier is a pub-pub, and nothing is going to change that. It’s festooned with memorabilia, gifted with a garden, and dishes up parmas and deep-dish pies all built for winter (and built for two). Fitzroy.
The crumbling exterior is a façade. It’s a little bit glam in the PPH and you better put on your Good Shirt if it’s a Saturday night. This is your middle ground between bar-land and a pub so you have the option of drinking Pinot in front of that fire – even if you’re not a lady. Collingwood.