The room is dominated by a large, oval bar that features some fine tiling (blues, greens, and in betweens), pale wood, and taps that dole out things like Coopers Pale, White Rabbit, James Squire’s Golden and Little Creatures Pilsner. Wooden stalls line its perimeter, and a spot chatting to the friendly barkeeps here, or at one of several window nooks are the picks. It’s a dark, soft sort of space, and those blues and greens, the dark, dark polished floorboards, and streaks of colour from the odd bunch of flowers make it quite the place to nurse a schooner or two. There are a few Chesterfields lying about out for groups and the charming, airy room out the back plays host to the odd impromptu pool tournament. A tiny courtyard sits cleverly in the middle of the pub, meaning those who smoke don’t feel completely left out. There are live tunes every Thursday, and like its neighbour Darlo Bar, the cooking is outsourced to the capable folk at the Burger Joint. On Tuesdays you can score a burger and a schooner of Blonde for just $10.