The Beresford

When plugging millions of dollars into refurbishing a pub, you have a few choices. You can do the obvious, and fit it out in that ubiquitous chrome and white, safe in the knowledge that the bar will fill up after work with Johnsons spilling Coronas on each other's suits.

Or you can do something interesting, and pay homage to the pub's former life as a comfortable den of iniquity. You can install a huge wooden oval bar, arguably the best new beer garden in Sydney, an unpretentious trattoria, and hand dryers so good that rest-roomers almost forget to return to their friends*. In short, this is the Beresford.

*Seriously.