One of the original laneway bars where your tiki cocktail dreams are made reality and a trip to the heavily graffitied toilet is its very own adventure
Misty Bar still looks much the same as it did eight years ago: a grunge-glam laneway joint where a spacey ‘70s illuminated back bar contrasts with industrial lights, and toilets that are as heavily graffitied as Hosier Lane is outside. But every bars fan knows that a good venue is as much about great attitude as tasty drinks, and there have been times in the last few years when we’ve left feeling a little unloved. But Misty’s star is back on the rise. Jackson Evans took over management recently, and while the bartender is but 20 years of age, he’s been working stick since he was 13 (God bless crazy Queensland’s RSA laws) and he’s learned a thing or two about making cocktails. Moreover, he’s packing some raging enthusiasm. Give his Roman Monk a nudge. Cognac, Benedictine and barrel-aged bitters get a spice cabinet razz up with his house-made falernum – a syrup infused with almonds, allspice, cinnamon, ginger and pimiento. He’s also serving a good Negroni in little Campari soda bottles (a smart move for busy nights), and Coronas have been ousted for the likes of 4 Pines Kolsch. There’s no snobbery, though. Soul still rules the speakers and the crowd is a mixed bag of young things, Movida diners and those en route to the MCG. You can still order a Long Island Iced Tea if you want – you just don't have to.