20 Hours in Sydney

I just went back to Australia with my boof, Pate, for the second time. Our schedule was tight with family up in Queensland and our campervan road trip in Tasmania, but I insisted we stop over to Sydney. Why? Because I wanted to see the Opera House. Is that touristy as fuck? It sure is, but I deal with your basic ass crawling through Times Square with your mouth agape at some fucking lights on buildings as though you’ve lived without electricity your whole life, so save your eye roll.

Here’s how we spent our 20 hour layover:

We arrived in Sydney and stayed at a friend’s place in Newtown. This neighborhood is dope! First off, mad close to the airport (like a 15 minute uber). Second, it’s hipster heaven, what with all the vintage stores, bicycles shops, and healing crystals for sale!

and heaps of street art!

and heaps of street art!

Pate and I are beer lovers (like when we flew to Charleston for a day to drink craft beer) so we were psyched to stay in a neighborhood with a big craft beer culture.

Here’s what gives me the shits though:

Half the breweries were fucking closed. Apparently, Sydney has some janky ass laws regarding when bars can be open so they all close between 5 and 7, if they’re even open that day at all. PS this was a Thursday, not a Monday, so we were especially taken aback..

We were able to hit up a few places though:

Young Henry

This place reminded me of the Burmondsy Beer Mile in London, but with less well-dressed men. Like, more converse, less peacoats you feel me? A London meets Brooklyn vibe. Pretty outstanding beers all around, the Newtowner (English Pale Ale) and Tedgetherness (dark tobacco-y beer) were fucking mindblowing.

The Batch Brewing Co

God bless these people for their sour beer masterpieces. Dr. Somes Lemon Elixir tastes like a more alcoholic version of GT’s Lemonade Kombucha (they add zested lemon peel, lemon juice, and Amarillo hops). On the other hand, I’d rather drink bottled yeast infection than ever take a sip of that fucking sour pickle beer. I’m still gaggin.

By this time we were drunk and needed dinner so we hopped on over to Lentil As Anything, a pay-what-you-can vegan joint. Besides the fact that they serve delicious goddamn food, it’s also just got a really positive vibe. Everyone who works there is a volunteer, and you know that your money is going to maintain the place, buy ingredients, and allow people who aren’t in the strongest financial situation to eat nutritious food made with love. There is a box by the exit, so you can slyly dip your cash in without being embarrassed. *Heads up that $15 covers costs*

No but like I literally licked the plate after this photo #noregrets

No but like I literally licked the plate after this photo #noregrets

We then went cocktail bar hopping, which is pretty easy to do in this neighborhood. I doubt you can go wrong.


The next day, we made our way over to the Opera House so I could play tourist, and then we hopped on the ferry to go over to Manly. I always like checking out different neighborhoods in a city, and Manly certainly didn’t disappoint. The 40 minute ferry ride is gorgeous (and will take you right past the Opera House btw).

NICE VIEW ON A BOAT WHAAAT

NICE VIEW ON A BOAT WHAAAT

literally right. past. the opera house.

literally right. past. the opera house.

If I had more time, I would have rented a bike and cruised around. Instead, I ate a gluttonous meal that I don’t regret one fucking bit before heading back to the airport.

This was from a cafe called Three Beans and it was stellar

This was from a cafe called Three Beans and it was stellar

Is 20 hours enough for Sydney? God no. But I drank great beer, ate excellent food, and finally saw that goddamn Opera House.