Pocket Bar

It’s hard not to mention Pocket Bar in the context of the evolution of the Sydney small bar scene - as one of the first players, they set a cracking pace with reclaiming a boring space and filling it with alcohol delights, but have shown no fatigue with an ability to pack the crowds into their compact confines. The poptastical ‘street-art’ still blasts out from the walls, the nooks and crannies teem with locals and visitors keen to fill the space. There’s a host of retro detritus that fleshes out the décor including a barside installation of fairy lights, old sunglasses and things. It feels good. Hip East Sydney locals still pile in early to have a nibble on something off the snacking list, drown themselves with a few heady cocktails (go for the Voodoo Child - reposado and espresso tequila, Punt e Mes, bitters) and when it’s busier, crowds tumble out onto the street even though you’re not supposed to. We're not surprised, after a few rum Negronis. There’s a better than expected wine list that turns over a number of decent tipples by the glass, beers work with local and international favourites, and of course you can always just roll through to munch on some of their often-talked-about crepes with various stuffings and accoutrements. Comfortable, bustling and fun, Pocket continues on its modest course while offering just a whiff of edgy, ice-box cool for good measure.