“Tell me what you drink, and I shall tell you who you are”
I moved to Melbourne in 1999. Working as a lawyer in the city I had plenty of time to drink in the myriad of small bars that wove through the urban landscape – they were a respite from work, a lounge room in the city to meet friends, a safe place where you could sit to relax.
I assumed that that was the way the city had always been – bars, along with food and the coffee scene, defining inner Melbourne for me. It was very different from the city I had grown up in – Canberra – and even from Sydney, where I had just moved from, where the bars were bigger, less personal, flashier. But this wasn’t the case. Melbourne, on the bar front, is actually a babe in the woods, albeit a pretty good-looking one that’s grown up very, very fast.