“It’s the sort of local worth moving suburbs for!” goes the cliché line we hate. But it holds so true of the Great Northern – craft beer hero, sports bar, bottle shop and all round comfortable couch possessor – that this Time Outer actually did move to Carlton North for a time. The towering mustard wonder holds forth on a leafy corner of Rathdowne Street, with a cluster of punters perpetually guarding the entrance and a loud chorus of yells issuing forth from the back. Inside it’s something of a lodge – maroons and mahogany, with gold rails and leather swivel stools built for long nights. But the huge heated deck is the draw. It’s here you’ll find a cross-section of Carlton North’s families, tradies and a few permanently affixed punters all watching the cinema-sized screen and eating fat beef and stout pies and burgers between the banana palms. You can thank publican Al Carragher for the rare-beer-rich taps pouring 18 shades of excellence. He’s an ex-Feral Brewing man with industry clout, which means you can take a run at an eye-watering Brooklyn Blast Imperial IPA, 3 Ravens’ cask ales poured at room temp from a hand pump and a barrel-aged version of Mountain Goat’s High Tail. It can be intimidating walking in during the ‘pash chicken’ round at Wednesday’s trivia or when everyone’s yelling at the TV above the door, but once you’re in, you’ll want to stay.