NOW EXPERIENCING:Ramblin’ Rascal Tavern

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Posted 23 Aug 2022

By
Matty Hirsch


At this self-proclaimed “five-star dive bar”, hidden down a hard-to-find staircase, no-nonsense beers and serious cocktails live happily in highbrow-lowbrow harmony.

Why you go

Success is hardly a given in the Emerald City’s highly competitive cocktail bar scene, but it was pretty much guaranteed from the start for Ramblin’ Rascal. The thing is, expectations run high when Charlie Lehmann, Sebastian Soto and Dardan Shervashidze – three of the most respected bartenders in town, fresh from stints at benchmarks such as Frankie’s and The Baxter Inn – announce plans to open their own venture. And when that venture turns out to be a self-proclaimed “five-star dive bar” with a penchant for Cognac in the heart of the CBD, folks show up.

This is a bar with an answer to every question you throw at it, where no-nonsense beers and serious cocktails live happily in highbrow-lowbrow harmony, backed by some of the most affable owner-operators in the game. The list of awards it has picked up in its near decade-long lifespan speaks for itself, and so, too, does the impressive calibre of young talent that has graduated from behind its bar. There are no servicing trends or bowing to fads, just the promise of excellent drinks made by people who care, where comfort is king and the outside world feels far away.

Why you staySydneysiders love hidden bars and underground watering holes, and the Rascal ticks both boxes, set in a cavernous former comedy club and marked only by a black sign with three skulls that bear a striking resemblance to the trio of co-owners. So what, exactly, makes for a five-star dive bar, you ask? For starters, a fit-out that’s just the right level of grungy, all exposed brick, Chesterfield-style worn leather booths and a random collection of curios hanging from the rafters that includes a horse-head mask, an inflatable sex doll and a flamingo. The (occasionally shirtless) bartenders sporting grizzly beards and denim overalls certainly help, as does a bluesy, honkytonk soundtrack that’s known to take a detour when party mode is activated in the wee hours. No matter what the occasion calls for, however, you can rest assured knowing these guys shake up a rock-solid Sidecar, stir down a faultless Martini and serve them with more than a bit of roguish humour. If the constant laughs and crackling energy of the place don’t keep you pinned to your seat, then perhaps the occasional live band slaying dad-rock classics will.
What drink to orderYes, there are top-shelf spirits aplenty on offer, as well as a wealth of cocktail knowledge and bartending skill. But if there’s one drink that’s fundamental to the Rascal experience, it has to be the “shit tin” – a can of whatever quintessential Australian lager (VB, Red Bitter, Emu Export) happens to be in the ice bucket. It’s always $6, always available and never a bad idea.
What to pair it withBe warned: the complimentary corn nuts are highly addictive. If you somehow manage to pull yourself away in favour of something more substantial, know that some of Sydney’s most sought-after fried chicken is only a QR code away. Scan it, and a trio of crisp tender pieces with fiery hot sauce will be delivered from Butter in Surry Hills – in a signature shoebox, no less.
Why we love itYou could be forgiven for thinking a cocktail joint like this, boasting one of the southern hemisphere’s largest Cognac collections, might be a little pretentious. And yet, in this case, that couldn’t be further from the truth. The spirit in the air is refreshingly egalitarian, and the cheeky banter from each and every rascal tending bar is without peer. Other places try really hard to get that winning formula combining quality chat, good cheer and hospitality smarts just right, but here it seems like second nature.
beer and table
Make it fancyFun fact: the team has collaborated with Tassie’s legendary Sullivans Cove Distillery, and the fruit of their labour is a wicked brandy called Purple Rain – named after Prince and bursting with maple richness, peppery spice and tropical flavour. Only a few hundred bottles are made each year, so if you spot one, don’t hesitate – a nip is well worth 25 of your hard-earned dollars. Got $100 to spare? A wee dram of The Balvenie’s ultra-rare “Thirty” is a cracking way to spend it.