Home got me pretty divided at the first impression. Mainly because of the security which is rude…read moreand acting stupidly. The security which ask me : "you come to club and you don't have cash" with sarcasm when I ask if you can pay the entrance with card. They wanted me to go grab cash and do the queue again, fortunately one security guy let me enter and withdraw (inside bar or club you have a fee though...) Don't expect security to do their job properly they are rude and acting stupid. But once the security pass you will discover why they might act like this. The place is huge ! I come through Homebar and thought that I paid 15$ for this small place and finally discovered their was an other floor with deep house, then an other room with rnb, and then a huge room with house, commercial music (but it was a nice mix and good music). One waiter was arrogant and acting like a real ass*le when my friend ordered a drink. I decide to check the other bar and their were great. Smiling, friendly and automatically giving you a glass of water ! Be careful of the price my friend ordered whisky Coke and paid 20$ I asked for Jameson Coke and paid 10.... Had a lot of fun in this club and went back fews time for great night, the only problem is security, but once they know you they are more easy and friendly. Some advices: Be ready to dress elegant as they are not scared to refuse people (girls included) and be careful if you have a ticket, home bar entrance is on the left home club entrance is on the right. And go early before 10:30.

one star. no comment nothing, I mean sure the service was amazing and worth 5 stars but I never…read moreactually went there so I cant exactly comment on the service. but the bartenders were lowkey tuff and I loved the service from them. the food was brilliant and I ate well, enjoy ur good review with your bad stars to go with your amazing ambience.

Sweaty bodies. Boys with no shirts on. People dancing up in yo' grill. Boys kissing boys. Boys…read morekissing girls. Lasers beaming. This all equates to a standard night at Arq. Arq is a great place to come when you need a night off from the sleazy, drunk, why-are-you-still-in-my-face men who hit on you at every other bar, club or pub in Sydney. It is a prime place to take to the dance floor and move like no one is watching (they're not). Need a confidence boost? Compliments get thrown around here more than men up against the wall. My only complaint is the entry ($20). Are places in Sydney really still insisting that it is privilege to be on their premises? Get with the times people, not even the hottest clubs in New York City charge an entry fee! If you are a boy looking for a boy, you will be found at Arq. If you are a girl needing a night off from boys, you will be found at Arq. If you are a boy looking for a girl, you probably shouldn't but most likely will still be found at Arq. No judgement here. Everybody is out wanting to have a good time.

I'll be the first to admit that gay bars and clubs are not always the best. They are not the most…read morechill places out there and I tend to miss seeing live bands and hearing my favorite rock or indie songs. Having said that if you want to have a wild night out with some of the biggest party people in Sydney then this is the place to go. Arq is a multilevel club in the gayberhood of Oxford street. It's mainly for gay guys (sorry girls) but there are always plenty of friends and supporters here too. I've been a number of times with straight mates who had just as much fun (maybe more so) than me - it's definitely a welcoming place for all types. On the bottom level there is a darker night club style room that to me always seems a bit too small. The smokers alley adjacent to this room is great for chatting to people though. Upstairs there is a huge dance hall with a balcony. Drinks are pretty standard, prices are night club standard. Just remember to check Sydney's current lock out laws and drink laws or you might get stranded outside or not allowed certain drinks at certain times.

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.

A true Latin night club that plays dance music in Spanish every Saturday night. This is not a…read moreclassic salsa place, and the dancefloor is the same as any night club, so come with street shoes. The music varies between salsa and all the other varieties of Latin music, with tons of pop, reggaeton and clubbing hits from Latin America. A place to come have a drink with friends and shake it on the dancefloor. When I was looking for Latin clubs on Yelp and Google, this one did not appear. I found it by chance and added it because it's definitely a place I would go back to party at. Drinks are basic, prices are decent, crowd is nice and lots of ppl dance. Located centrally in the heart of the CBD: Enjoy

The spot to go to if you're looking for Spanish music in Sydney. However, be aware of weird alcohol…read morelaws/rules bartenders expected us to know what those were. Music was great, but the place is very small and very crowded. I felt like I was running thru a defensive line trying to get to the bathroom. Limited sitting so girls should wear comfortable shoes.

Away from the grime of Oxford Street, Lo-Fi provides a safe haven of trendy people, slick drinks…read moreand smooth tunes. The balcony is probably the highlight, with 80% of the patrons drinking, talking and hitting on each other out here. Inside there are lounges running along a significant length of room and allow for a more chilled out lounge session. I usually come on a Sunday when it is less busy but no less enjoyable. The Ginger Ninja cocktail jug is an incredible explosion of lychee and ginger beer. Winner! Upstairs at Lo-Fi Collective there are lowbrow art exhibitions promoted every so often. Checkout their Facebook page (http://facebook.com/pages/Lo-fi-collective/140757972621366) and get yourself to one of the opening nights. Just sit back, have a beer and experience this creative space.

I was blindly led to Darlinghurst on Saturday night after having a couple of drinks. Not knowing…read morewhere I was, my friends and I exited the taxi and went straight up to Lo-Fi, which is located above Kinselas. With no expectations, I was quite impressed with the hip atmosphere and the artsy crowd of attractive 20-somethings. Like a warehouse that skipped on its electricity bill, the place is dark and spacious, but certainly not empty. The bar is clustered, yet colorful, and the blackboard on the wall is scribbled to the brim with food and drink items. They offer a multitude of retro and inventive cocktails, and the hipster bar staff appeared capable in executing these drinks to perfection. There's a large balcony that offers views of Taylor Square, allowing you to spy on the sloppy messes trying to navigate Oxford Street. I felt lucky to be up here. From what I remember, the music was primarily 90s and RnB, all coming from a pretty decent speaker system. I kinda shrugged of confusion when I heard 'errybody in the club getting tipsy,' reminded briefly of when that song was played at my high school dances of yesteryear. So I just busted out my high school moves. Up the stairs from the main bar, there's a whole other room with a large dance floor and high ceilings, decor in the same vein as below. Except that there are ping-pong tables behind the bar! Great thinking.

You'll find Home Bar in Darling Harbour, right on the wharf, beside Home Nightclub. Although the…read morevenue is quite small for a bar in the CBD, the atmosphere is excellent. They have live music playing at around 9pm, which can get on the loud side, but never fear, there is outdoor seating, away from the noise! Although I caution against sitting there in winter, there are no heaters and harbourside can get bitterly cold. The drinks are fairly cheap, the crowd is friendly enough, and the ambience is pleasant. It's a nice bar to unwind at after a long day at work, or to wind up at before hitting up a more exciting venue.

Eh, I'm too old for this place. Went recently for a Christmas party and realised it wasn't my scene…read moreanymore. If you're into clubs, go nuts, it's not a bad one.

Fun drinks and vibe. The bartenders were so fun and easy to talk to. They made sure we had a great…read moretime and kept us comfortable and topped off all evening.

A nice Mexican cantina with great margs! Really tasty and smooth. The coconut one on the house was…read morereally god

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.

With a full dance floor and great music, it can be hard to get your drink order across. The girl…read morebehind the bar responded with a very unfriendly "What!!" and a semi-aggressive expression on her face.