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These days you can’t swing a dead possum around without hitting a café that professes to be a shining beacon of the culinary arts of “paleo” or “organic” food.
Likewise, the great city of Sydney is replete with microbreweries of all sorts, fine dining establishments and swanky coffee shops.
I do not wish to discuss any of them with you for I have well and truly discovered a gem worthy of my adoration and praise. A gem, hidden, literally and metaphorically.
Imagine my mirth when I was challenged by a colleague one Friday night to venture into the labyrinthine alleyways of the lower Sydney CBD in an attempt to locate him at the watering hole in which he presently found himself.
If you’re brave or in the market for some chest hair, try the Nuclear Daiquiri but don’t let its name fool you – this bad boy has approximately three standard drinks in a glass the size of your average martini.
With zest in my trousers and several bourbons in my belly, I set off on my merry way.
Half an hour later, after many wrong turns into dark alleys, I stumbled onto at the threshold of Papa Gede’s Bar. The bar is named after, and pays homage to, Papa Gede: the corpse of the first man to die in Voodoo mythology.
I was informed of this by the immensely friendly Josh, who introduced himself most cordially to me on this first intrepid venture of mine into the world of voodoo beverages, and who remembered my face and name the next time I went some six months later – how’s that for service?
Source: Papa Gede’s Bar
Dark and cosy, the bar is punctured with tiki dolls, voodoo incantations and furniture that’s seemingly been crafted from whatever flotsam it’s proprietors have managed to scrounge.
Josh explained that they were a fairly new, low-key establishment catering mostly to locals and the occasional legitimate voodoo practitioners.
I was introduced to their marvellous and inspired cocktail list which consists, for the most part, of bespoke creations by the bar crew. I was invited to sample the many wonders on the cocktail list and found myself, apart from moderately intoxicated, supremely delighted with what was on offer.
If you’re brave or in the market for some chest hair, try the Nuclear Daiquiri but don’t let its name fool you – this bad boy has approximately three standard drinks in a glass the size of your average martini.
Do yourself a favour and take a stroll down Kent St. Find a non-descript alley at the back of 348 Kent St (next to Since I Left You bar) and let Papa Gede’s do the rest.
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