pony - 68 little collins street melbourne 3000 9662 1026

dark and grungy, pony will appeal to dreadlocked freaks as well as dodgy businessman-with-daughter. a perfect hiding place from the bobby mcgee crowd (see yak). on the pretentiousness scale, it's the nail that holds the bottom of the scale from falling over. what you see is what you get - wysiwyg (apple not microsoft). the sofas have that 'son/daughter screwed here for years without you knowing' feel about them. why has the sofa sagged so much, honey? the upper floor hangs on by the carpet and the toilets construction and materials used are probably on a u.n. hazardous material list somewhere. do you dare to drink here? bridies is always next door...

pony is like a piece of smith street but in the city. someone dug up a bar and choppered it in overnight. no-one noticed which says a little something about the standards of people frequenting the area. in smith street it would be cute, up and coming. here, it's just up and come all over itself. the best we can say about it is it has personality, it's earthy and raw.