Getting drunk is a wonderfully Irish thing to do. Those of the Emerald Isle have been doing it for years. And for as long as the Irish have been getting drunk they’ve been writing poetry to go with it. Back before televised football, indie bands and DJs, the Irish used to entertain themselves with civilised things like poetry, theatre and mandolins while they got drunk.
Sadly, somewhere along the way Irish bars became a franchise, an Irish Disneyland where bad cover bands go to die. But not at West Melbourne’s The Drunken Poet.
There isn’t a hint of plastic shamrock about this place; it’s as friendly and laidback as they come, a place where angsty acoustic musos rub shoulders with tradies and pickled old folk who come for the Cheers-style camaraderie. It really is a fascinating mix and it all works thanks to the convivial atmosphere the owners have cultivated.
Acoustic artists, blues and roots bands and performing poets will find this place a sanctuary, and it’s a great chance to test out your latest track or poem. There’s live music most nights and a monthly open-mic night (first Thursday of the month) attracts a full house.
There’s nothing but quality brews on tap here, including Hawthorn Lager at a reasonable (these days) $8.80 a pint. Obviously there’s Guinness and Kilkenny, poured to perfection. A rotating selection of wines are written up on the chalkboard and there’s your run-of-the-mill spirit shelf.
If you’re hungry, try The Drunken Poet’s specialty dish – a classic ham and cheese toastie made at the bar on a Breville toaster.
No frills, oodles of atmosphere, a good crowd and quality entertainment that’s good for the soul. Isn’t that what a great pub should be?
The Drunken Poet, 65 Peel Street, West Melbourne. Call 9348 9797
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