I’m a massive fan of this place now that it’s had a makeover, and also because it serves food and me loves me food(even though you could play the xylophone on my ribs). Any night of the week, you’re sure to find a few of the locals knocking back a couple or enjoying one of the many tasty items of their well-written menu. I went for the scotch fillet, which was(sadly) very fatty. The meat amongst the fat, was cooked to perfection and melted in my mouth. The chap at the bar that served me, was a thoroughly nervous creature; but I’m guessing he was new or just shy. Make sure you check your order before you tuck in to your meal, because you might find yourself gravy-less. Otherwise, ditch the suit at 5 for a comfy pair of tight jeans, and a fitted tshirt; and head on down for happy hour and a debrief(but try and keep your undies on!)