West Village Petersham

It was a hot afternoon in Petersham so trying out the new pub by the station seemed a great idea. There was a bouncer on the footpath near the door at the tender hour of 4pm and he scowled at me in the finest door bitch tradition. Sweet exclusivity ! Once inside it went something like this .
Scooner of Carlton please.
We don’t sell Carlton.
OK. I’ll have a VB.
We don’t sell VB, how about a New.
No, New is too sweet. I’ll have a Reschs.
We don’t sell Reschs.
The row of tap nameplates was mostly beers that I had never heard of so the safe haven of Heineken seemed appropriate. Just for the record, Heineken isn’t imported but is brewed in Lidcombe.
” That’ll be $ 8.” OUCH ! Then the beer arrived in a warm glass. Sigh !