The Australian: Grab your favorite bloke, leave the billy lids at home, but don’t forget your wallie-doos and chuzz-whuzzles else you’ll feel like the prime fool as you head on over to The Australian, the hippest Aussie joint in town. Tucked away in Midtown’s outback, this ridgy-didge, woodworked lounge is perfect for the authentic Aussie or the average Men At Work fan. Native Aussie Matt Astill opened this locale to offer New Yorkers classic Australian pub fare such as char grilled Wagyu Steak, sausage rolls, and meat pies, prepared by Aussie head chef Roland Graham. The upstairs private event area plays host to gamely Aussie-themed parties, you know like the Fosters-fueled symposium on which a knife is actually a knife. Australian artwork and decades old beer posters line the walls, though a penal colony at heart, it offers a hint of American rockabilly sports bar complete with Top 40s music and eight TV screens perfect for the guy who wants to catch the game while munching crabmeat cigars with his Sheila…Jill, Sally, or Jane...or all four.
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