Stonewall Hotel

If you’re looking for a bar that’s gayer than a Cher-and-Dolly Parton tour with Liza as the support act, then Stonewall is the place. What it lacks in décor it more than makes up for in “Hey Miss Thang” greetings followed by trifecta snap fingers, served up by the peroxided twinks who breastfeed here. Yes, Stonewall attracts a fairly young crowd: over 35s might start to feel like worn-out Bridgestone tyres when surrounded by the 18 to 25 year olds who make up this place. (And if you know why it’s called Stonewall, then you might be too old to be there.) While the venue spills across three levels, most of the action can be found downstairs at the main bar where Tuesday’s queer karaoke night and Wednesday’s Malebox night (wear a number on your lapel and get picked up by a random stranger) pump much-needed life into queer Sydney early in the week. Friday and Saturday nights never (and we mean ever) fail to pull in a packed house. Hourly drag shows from 11pm onwards make this an absolute corker of a night out.