Drinking outdoors is one of the best things ever, if not the best thing ever.
Cold beers, hot sun, and the feeling of the grass on your bare feet is as much freedom as anyone who isn't born as an American bald eagle is ever capable of feeling. I've lost count of the number of Field Days, Homebakes and Tropfests I've done in The Domain, Sydney CBD's prime patch of outdoor funzos . . . oh yes, I now Hyde Park is there too, but it's more genteel, more sedate, the type of place you sleep on the grass in the 30 mins you have for lunch out of the office or have a food festival, rather than a party paddock to get hog wild all up in.
Then there are the loosely marked soccer pitches for the weekday warriors. Speakers Corner up near the Art Gallery, where you can listen to all sorts of lunatics speak about things you may or may not understand, that they themselves may or may not understand. And it's the gateway to Woolloomooloo, where you might be able to spot the unicorn of Sydney wildlife, Russell Crowe, in his natural habitat out on the finger wharves. read more