Some folks call her a runaway
A failure in the race
But she knows where her ticket takes her
She will find her place in the sun - T. Chapman
If we think well... history is plenty of famous whisky drinkers, such as Bill Murray, Frank Sinatra, the baseball legend Babe Ruth, Margaret Tatcher, Humphrey Bogart, Winston Churchill, Walter Scott, Mark Twain.... I could go on like this for several lines... I guess.
Today I want to tell you about a very nice place I was once in Sydney: The Baxter Inn.
You wouldn't know this place was here unless someone told you about it. At the time it was my friend Nicolas, now it's my turn to inform you about its existence.
The entrance was already a nice adventure... you know it looks like one of those weird places you are not supposed to enter unless you are in search of some troubles... well something like that :)
You go down this alley off Clarence street, through a tatty door with no sign at all, walk down some narrow stairs and through an old cellar... you really think you have got to the wrong place but after opening an old door.. you will feel like Alice in Wonderland. I felt in this way.
Alice: How long is forever?
White Rabbit: Sometimes, just one second.
You enter another world. Crazy.
The first thing I noticed was the wall full of bottles of whisky. The menu board starts at the very top of the ceiling and it sneaks down under the counter and it goes even further.
The second thing were the well-coiffed bartender, simply magic.. they were definitely belonging to another time...though from today (see their "pants"). They look like they have just stepped out of the Great Gatsby movie.
The atmosphere was amazing, people everywhere, top shelf music.... in a perfect prohibition-era style.
If you go to Sydney, please have a look to this place.
You will find it here > Basement 152-156
Clarence Street, Sydney 2000
It's all for now. A big big hug :)
[ed. remember the healing power of hugs / if everything looks hard, go and hug ;) - oh... well... soon after the covid-19]
“He smiled understandingly-much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced--or seemed to face--the whole eternal world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.”
- F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
A failure in the race
But she knows where her ticket takes her
She will find her place in the sun - T. Chapman
I am not actually a whisky drinker, but after this post I think I'll try to gain some knowledge about that. At least because I know a few whisky lovers who told me it is something worth a try.
If we think well... history is plenty of famous whisky drinkers, such as Bill Murray, Frank Sinatra, the baseball legend Babe Ruth, Margaret Tatcher, Humphrey Bogart, Winston Churchill, Walter Scott, Mark Twain.... I could go on like this for several lines... I guess.Today I want to tell you about a very nice place I was once in Sydney: The Baxter Inn.
You wouldn't know this place was here unless someone told you about it. At the time it was my friend Nicolas, now it's my turn to inform you about its existence.
The entrance was already a nice adventure... you know it looks like one of those weird places you are not supposed to enter unless you are in search of some troubles... well something like that :)
You go down this alley off Clarence street, through a tatty door with no sign at all, walk down some narrow stairs and through an old cellar... you really think you have got to the wrong place but after opening an old door.. you will feel like Alice in Wonderland. I felt in this way.
Alice: How long is forever?
White Rabbit: Sometimes, just one second.You enter another world. Crazy.
The first thing I noticed was the wall full of bottles of whisky. The menu board starts at the very top of the ceiling and it sneaks down under the counter and it goes even further.
The second thing were the well-coiffed bartender, simply magic.. they were definitely belonging to another time...though from today (see their "pants"). They look like they have just stepped out of the Great Gatsby movie.
The atmosphere was amazing, people everywhere, top shelf music.... in a perfect prohibition-era style.
If you go to Sydney, please have a look to this place.
You will find it here > Basement 152-156
Clarence Street, Sydney 2000
It's all for now. A big big hug :)
[ed. remember the healing power of hugs / if everything looks hard, go and hug ;) - oh... well... soon after the covid-19]
“He smiled understandingly-much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced--or seemed to face--the whole eternal world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.”- F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
