A few of the Wolesley’s neighbouring pubs could learn a thing or two from its dishevelled charm. You won’t find a cheap and gaudy renovation job or any ‘gastro pub’ aspirations here. Instead what you’ll find is a good old-fashioned Aussie pub that has seen little change since it opened its doors in 1881. The tables are tatt, the carpet could do with a good steam clean, and classic beer posters hang proudly on the walls, signalling what should be ordered when you head for the bar. The game plan at the Wolesley should always be beer, because you can sink a schooner for under a fiver and there isn’t anything special on offer in the way of spirits or plonk. They’ve got all the usual local suspects plus a 5 Seeds cider thrown in for good measure. If you’re in it for the long haul, there’s a bistro out the back dishing up average pub grub and Asian fare, but unfortunately the poor old Wolesley jukebox seems to have died recently. RIP, friendly music maker.