So in one of my weaker moments, I ventured into the infamous, reckless den that is the "PBH". Again. Be warned: this establishment is not for those who drink in moderation, nor those for whom "class" is a venue prerequisite, nor those who in any way, shape, or form resemble a civilised human being. However, if you are inclined towards drinking to excess into the early hours of the morning (and perhaps beyond), this dive has all the trappings of a boozehound's paradise.
I have always a soft spot for bars with the traditional positioning of the bar stools adjacent to the bar itself, while the enormous list of songs in the popular juke box is second to none. There is a designated smoking area where you are bound to encounter someone muttering in an Irish and/or jibberish accent, along with the usual dozen or so poker machines, ready to rob you of what little cash you may have left after making the fateful decision to venture into this place.
Amongst an environment that makes a mockery of responsible drinking and all who stand for it, the staff have managed to maintain great service, a good sense of humour, and a courteous manner, while the security are "stern but fair". By which I mean they let practically anyone in, in any state, at any time.
This is also the earliest establishment in Sydney to offer takeaway alcohol, without raising a single eyebrow as to why you might need a case of beer at 5:30am. For the icing on the cake, they've made this place 24-hour. Ultimately, you'll either hate this place, or you'll be back for more the following week.