New Hobart Bar Reviews

Sail away to happier times, when oceanic beasts writhed in fireside conversations, and seadogs told tales of the perfect storm.

Join your fellow bikies at Joe's Garage for a VB tinny, perched at engine-block tables or stools shaped from crankshafts.

While it may be historic, locals and tourists know this place for the tasty grub and reliable choice of beers. Choose your poison and relax at an outdoor table for some good old, lazy times.

It's Central. It's a bar. And it's also a Cafe. More than anything, it's a handy little city venue, serving up after-work drinks and televised sports in the main bar.

Yrrgh, mi hearrties! Sail into Hobart's Ocean Child, where brave seamen perch at the bar-chairs inhaling fine pub tuckerrrr, and fairrr maidens from distant lands preparrre for shopping journeys on the high seas of the nearby Salamanca Marrrkets. Arrgh!

It's a few thousand kilometres from the Emerald Isle, but you'll feel right at home with the little people here. Drop in for Irish tucker and live minstrels every week.

Wisps of live jazz swim through this jewel in the crown of the swish Wrest Point dining and accommodation centre.

A smashing wine list and relaxed clientele make kicking up your heels all the more inviting at this swank hotel.

If the IXL Long Bar hadn't once been the site of a former jam factory, the creators of the James Bond film franchise may have set a crucial scene about the seduction of a devilish Russian minx among the red stools, crimson cocktail glasses and red overhanging lamps of the Henry Jones Hotel's bar.

A favourite haunt for all those night owls looking to kick up their heels and cut some rug.