Tuscan Bar
Editorial
Stepping off the Little Italy end of Bourke Street (that's the end with the squat men yelling at each other) and up a flight of stairs, you can find your own small part of Italy named Tuscan Bar. That little part happens to resemble a salon from an Italian palazzo, but still, it's a slice of European wonderment. Opulent and plush (in places), the only thing this bar lacks is a big screen to watch the soccer on. Thank your mother there is none.
Suitably, the liquor range is slanted towards the boot-shaped country end of the scale (if that makes sense?). The wine list is a nice selection of Australian varietals with the addition of some exciting Italian and French drops. But if you've brought your beer mouth, there's the usual suspects plus a hefty Italian representation: Moretti, Pedavena, Peroni, Ichnusa ... you'll think the beer list is a rap sheet for the local mafia.
And if you find yourself in need of a coffin nail or two, or perhaps simply some al fresco drinking, the new (and heated) rooftop bar provides that much in-demand commodity; fresh air. But with stunning views of Bourke street below, well, you could die tomorrow a happy camper for having been here.
Mark Gambino, July 2008
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