The Darlo Village doesn’t go in for clutter. There are no foreign bank notes pinned up behind the bar, no thrift-shop oil paintings, vintage beer advertisements or branded mirrors on the walls. They keep things clean and simple at this Darlinghurst pub. Out the front the tables are filled with locals, ciggie in hand, hound at their feet and a mischievous glint in their eye as they watch the traffic do loops looking for an elusive Eastern Suburbs parking spot. From the outside, this corner pub looks its age. The redbrick walls are tiled in green, gold and terracotta, there are little baskets of herbs and flowers hung on the walls, and the whole lot sits under the protective curve of a corrugated iron awning. But inside, things are looking smart. The new timber floors are free of drag-marks from a thousand table reshuffles, there’s a sliding library ladder behind the bar to reach the wine shelf, afternoon sunlight glints off the glossy green tiles that line the walls, and they are renovating the rooftop as we speak. They’ve pared back the taps to six: Estrella, the Paddo pale, Asahi, Tiger and two ciders. In the fridges you can reminisce about the summer past with a Corona in hand, or go to the dark side with the Darlo dark ale. Ethical eaters can rest easy in the knowledge that their steak is organic and locally sourced, and hard-core carnivores can test their mettle with a 700g beef tenderloin for a shy $60. For cold beers and giant steaks in spick-and-span surrounds, the Darlo Village should be your first port of call.