Heavy Feather, Oxford Street’s newest little bar, is not named for the feather used to weigh the souls of the dead in ancient Egypt mythology. More's the pity, really: a big mural of Thoth could really pull the room together. You’ll find the bar a couple of doors up from Chingalings (the first small bar to open on the pink strip), up a narrow set of stairs. Like Chingalings, Heavy Feather brings a different sound to Oxford Street, better known for mirror balls and thumping house music than rock’n’roll hidy-holes. Heavy Feather is decked out in that ‘oops-I-just-walked-into-someone’s-lounge-room’ style, with the bar taking pride of place in the middle of the room.
“It’s meant to be an oxymoron,” says our bartender, when we ask about the name. Take a look at the cocktail list and you’ll see all the drinks are oxymoronically named. There’s a Fine Mess (tequila, Cointreau, lime juice, honey, passionfruit); Terribly Pleased (light and dark rums, coconut liqueur, lime and orange juices, passionfruit, bitters); and Friendly Fire (a riff on the El Diablo, with the addition of hazelnut liqueur with tequila, creme de cassis, lime juice and ginger ale).
The cocktails are geared towards the fruity end of the spectrum. For us, the drinks are a bit busy - we’re generally pitched in the less-is-more camp. But try the Modern Old Fashioned - a regular Old Fashioned with the addition of peach liqueur and a splash of orange juice. It’s about as far removed form Old Fashioned as you can get, but it’s a good drink all the same. Or you could always just go a beer - there’s Dos Blockos, a new Aussie microbrew that comes in its very own paper bag, as well as Coopers, Knappstein, Cascade, Corona and a Batlow cider we’re quite keen on going back to try.
Make sure to claim a lounge at Heavy Feather: the bar stools are fairly uncomfortable - especially if you’re tall. It’s a great spot for a mid-week drink - leave Saturday nights to the tyre kickers.