Although I'm really not a huge fan of this chain of club and bars, this is one of the better ones. Still though, the floor does have that classic Walkabout layer of sticky alcohol, and the clientele are usually not the most advanced lifeforms. But you can still just about have a good night out here.
Walkabout. Dear me. I'm really not sure what's supposed to be Australian about this franchise. I feel like they're giving the poor blighters a bad name. The only reason people enjoy this place is because they're so drunk when they arrive, that they've lost many of their mental faculties on the street outside.
In my experience, Walkabout is the place where I've seen the most fights, the most drinks spilt over poor, unsuspecting girls in white dresses (suspicious) and the most pools of vomit. However, I will confess that it is also a place where I see efficient crowd control from the staff and exceptionally hardworking bar staff.
The staff deal with the problem of this place well, maybe. But the fact remains that the problem is created in the first place. If you have any say in the choice of evening destination, perhaps give Walkabout a miss. read more