The Lord Wolseley is what we at Time Out would informally (and appreciatively) call “an old man pub.” This is partly because of the clientele (which at time of review did in fact include several old men, plus a band of aging rockers and a Scottie dog who seemed as much a regular as his rugby-jerseyed owner) and partly because it throws back, visually, to a time when pubs were the special preserve of blokes (in fact it opened its doors as a working-class watering-hole in 1881). This is not a pub trying to look cool. The red carpet hides all manner of ‘Taxi!’ moments and the chipped timber bar has cupped a lot of elbows in its time. Yes, they have Sunday ‘pub cha’ with three-way duck soup, dumplings, spring rolls, buns and wontons; yes they have the modern-standard wagyu burger available if you need a counter meal; but they also have a chicken schnitty ($20 including choice of two sides); a spruced-up bangers and mash ($18); and Tooheys Old on tap. Go there on a Saturday afternoon before 7pm for a quiet bevvy with a friend in a room where you can actually hear each other talk. After that, there’s live music (very un-hip acoustic, folk and blues). Go on Sundays for pub cha; go lunchtimes during the week for $10 meal deals. Don’t ask about craft beers; just get the Cooper’s Pale ($6.40) on tap.