where love is lost, your ghost is found.

"want one?"
there is this place, tucked behind oxford street in a cute little alley way. where the bartenders look like beautiful hip sailor men. where they press fresh apples and mix it with vodka right in front of your eyes. where they play blues and folk music whilst your chomp on complementary peanuts. this is my favorite bar in sydney, it shall remain nameless to preserve its awesomeness.

Megan and I enjoyed the scenery/amazing people/my favorite bartender john (name changed to once again protect the awesomeness of the bar).



lub it.

b.
[turning tables; adele]