Probably the best place you can go to in the shire ! Has a great vibe when you walk in and the djs…read moreare decent ! Drinks are a good price and the staff are lovely :)

I went last weekend the first time to this location and have to say that's an amazing place to go…read morecrazy! Very nice people and friendly staff in this location and I find they have a awesome show for their guest's. I really loved this night with my friends. We tried the different dance floors but unfortunately we found the pool area at last. :( Next time we will go first to the pool floor... They play house, dance, black and RnB but not sure which type of music they play on the pool floor. Big minus for the entry prices what is $40 but you can buy tickets only for $35. Price for drinks are still okay between $5 to $8 but I tried just Beer and Bourbon. All in all a very awesome location which I can just suggest. For me a place you must see in Sydney.

Most pretentious, dirty and overpriced club in Sydney. Honestly don't understand how they can…read morecharge over $30 for entry, $12 for spirits & then not have a working toilet in the whole establishment. Security is everywhere, yet still doesn't manage to weed out all the girls and guys that can't stand up straight, and the guys who think sexual harassment is a norm when a girl has a drink in hand. To add, the Music is below average. Definitely not worth a single dollar to get into that place- if I could rate less than one star I would. You'd have a better time going to a pub in Penrith and sinking beers with the boys than going here- and you'll still have a full bank account afterwards.

So I was pretty smashed on a Saturday evening at some seedy-underground art event in Chippendale…read morewhen my cohort sent me a text to come out to Chinese Laundry. I'm not one for clubbing, but being as inebriated as I was, I replied with an expletive followed by way too many exclamation marks - it looked something like "F*CK YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Upon arriving at the corner of Sussex and King street, we had to carefully maneuver or way down a flight of stairs before falling into one of two (2) lines: "Guestlist" and "You're Paying Cover Dumbass"... unfortunately for us, we queued in the latter. $25 dollars later, we're walking into this grimy, balls-sweating, dark-as-night room with the loudest bass your ear drums can endure.. IT WAS AWESOME!!! Whoever the DJ was that night, he was laying down some pretty sick electro-house remixes. I made my way down the hallway to the toilets and guess what I found? Another room! A smaller room with a decent bar setup. The music was more down-tempo trance - a dungeon for druggies to chill out on whatever they're tripping on. Upstairs in the smoking patio, they had a DJ spinning Hip Hop & Top 40. Lighting is a lot better and there's a tiny dancefloor by the DJ booth if you're up to getting your groove on. Definitely a more relaxed area to chit chat with your friends and cool off before you head back down to break your neck in the main room. $25 is pretty steep for a club and this was definitely more fun because I was intoxicated. So fellas, bring your ladies here if you want to dance, not to have a romantic night out. Be sure to bring shoes you don't mind getting dirty and PLEASE WEAR SOME DEODORANT!!!!!!!!!!!!

No other venue in Sydney seems to cater to so many different genres…read more The downstairs area really does feel like a real club. Low ceilings, great speakers and loud music. While outdoors there's a fantastic beer garden which is big enough to let you breathe but filled with enough people to give it a buzz. Not to mention the cool air as you walk out from the hot inside area. Upstairs (when I was there last) had some RnB playing and so pertained to a bit more sleaziness on the D-floor. But it really does offer so many different alternatives for many different types of people so you can easily slip off and find some much nicer people to talk to! The drinks are quite expensive, but you'll be guaranteed a good night.

I had heard so many great things about this bar from friends & decided to make the trip to Manly to…read moresee what the big bang was all about. One Saturday night, I stood there in the line smiling enjoying my own sense of well being anticipating that I was about to revel in one of the best bars in Sydney. It was all going well, there was glee among the liner uppers & there were laughs. Laughs is what I enjoy. I was bathing in a sea of collective laughter like a pack of Hyenas lining up for a feed. This was too good to be true. Then emerged the red flags. There was a smell, a stench that was unbearable. I couldn't handle it. Where was it coming from? I looked around the line. There were guys that looked like huge Tongan Trannies. Trannies are known to smell ghastly after a botched sex change operation, but they weren't Tongan Trannies. They were just a bunch of brown guys that I think play footy on the weekends. I looked to see If there were any Bangladeshis around. They're known to stink also as they hold vitriol towards the deoderant for religious reasons or something, but nope. I saw some Aussie skanks, & when I say Aussie-I don't mean aboriginal, I mean white dogs. And when I say skanks, I mean skanks that engage in vast frivolous group sex in huge numbers & skanks are known to smell horrendously after a gang bang where unprotected anal sex becomes the ace in the hole methodology of practice. Nope, it wasn't that either. Where was this retarded smell coming from? So after being ushered in by security that dressed like traffic controllers (Jesus, what's that all about?!), It as in the smell, hit me really hard on the face like gay porn. The smell was actually coming from inside the bar, these putrid carpets that never get a steam clean. Holy hell. The stench was like a thousand set of feet that had never seen a clean wash. The Walk up those stairs almost gave me colon hole cancer. The top floor of the bar was really something else as I had never been hit with so much warmth in my life. Was I flaring up with malaria? Was I back in Africa? I did spend one year in that tumultuous continent when I was spreading the teachings of our holy lord. This wasn't global warming. It was bar warming. So much farts. So much nitrogen, oxygen, carbon dioxide, hydrogen sulfide & methane mixed with whatever the hell else. Again, there was so much warmth. It was all too much to handle. The stench of collective unwashed feet, the warmth of farting malaria, this experience had made it all like pure aids, well arse aids-to be precise. So I retreated from the cesspool of sin named the Shark Bar like any good Christian boy should & I was never to come back again. Amen. Never again.

Enjoying the lake view in the Royal National Park with a cup in hand was the highlight of my…read moreweekend. The brew was great and the venue was beautiful. Regrettably, the food fell short off the mark. We had the baked eggs which looked absolutely delicious. However, the texture was watery, and the top layer of the egg was not edible - It did not break and was chewy. We also ordered the big breakfast which was fine. I understand that with these places, there is a unspoken rule that the food will be expensive, but it needn't be bad. For $20 a breakfast meal, I expect more care in their cooking next time.

It was a pretty cool place to enjoy something pretty basic but yummy .... Was a good starting point…read more... good source of energy before hitting a couple of hours of rowing along the River.