New Sydney Hotel

Step off Bathurst Street into the warmth of a roaring open hearth, a creamy pint of Guinness, and genuine craic. Vintage license plates deck the timber walls. Out back, a breezy courtyard; inside, the rowdy pull of a weekend trad session where strangers quickly dance together in tight quarters. Regulars swear by the kitchen's hefty comfort plates—fork-tender braised beef cheek with roasted shallots, colossal crisp-skinned pork knuckle, or a spicy cauliflower bag tossed with chilis and hand-cut chips. Take a stool near the wood fire, grab a skewer, and toast complimentary marshmallows right over the coals.