pubs

Beeri grew up in pubs. well, not exactly grew up. i mean that would be pretty irresponsible of my parents to let me grow up around a drinking establishment. no, i spent a large percentage of my university youth in one pub or another. so i feel that i have some experience from which to pass judgement. while pubs may be the 10 dollar bj of the drinking world, sometimes an establishment raises the, er, bar.

and before you think i'm having a go at pubs in favour of bars, you are more likely to enjoy your favourite frothy beverage in a pub than enjoy some tall glass wanky beer from nichtelsteineningham in the black forest. sure, it's tall, yellow and cold. but beer in a pub is honest.

pj o'briens - ground floor southgate arts and leisure precinct southbank 3006 9686 5011

to be sure, the luck of the oirish can be found in dis fione establishment. if you have an irish accent you'll be hired here. they don't really mind if you don't have any hospitality experience, know how to pour a guinness or have the serving skills of an irritated hippopotomus as long as you have the accent. test it out if you don't believe me - dare you to test out if your irish accent is as good sober as your friends tell you it is when you are all drunk and go for a job here. we might even create a hall of fame for you if you can prove it.

the red eagle hotel - 111 victoria avenue albert park 3206 9699 9744

i can really only talk about this place from a bloke's view point. maybe it's a smorgasbord of hot flesh for the babes. try as i might, i can't put myself in their shoes and see that. you could always email us a let us know. frankly, i really don't give a fuck. this is my review and i'll say whatever i bloody well want.

the skinny dog hotel - 155 high st kew 9853 8023

i can't believe that no one has thought to review the skinny dog before now. perhaps it has something to do with bigmouth not even knowing where it is... but seriously, a classic pub if ever there was one. it has recently gone the way of all pubs and been renovated, so it now has a fantastic beer garden. but, look closely through the cracks in the facade (or behind the pillar to the table of drunken quasi-respectable businessmen) and you will find an essence of the original dodginess that makes the dog what it is. of course, if it's real dodginess you're after- just go down the road to the clifton hill- i'm sure they'll be happy to oblige.

young and jackson - flinders street melbourne

i never would have thought that a pub on the corner of flinders and swanston street would serve edible food. i mean, they're next to mcdonalds and hungry jacks. you can meet the weirdo of your dreams. did i mention the picture of the naked chick upstairs? there's a picture of a naked chick upstairs. there, i mentioned it. the naked chick is quite famous - but for some reason she has no body hair. who would have though that the brazilian was available in the 19th century.