101 Things I Love About Sydney

The only pub that has more propagandist billboards attached to it than downtown Baghdad during the Saddam Hussein regime (somehow branded by Coopers, Jagermeister and Cog!?!?), the Annandale was one of only about three music venues in Sydney to survive the pokies/DJ explosion of the late 90s. Just.

Since getting music back in 2000, it's slowly become Inner-Western Sydney's busiest music venue. Located just down the Great Western Highway, and right near Stanmore McDonalds and with plenty of street parking, it's hardly an inner city den of bohemia or progressive electronica.

But it does have live music most nights of the week, and as the profanity-labelled t-shirts remind us, it is a Sydney institution. Most Sydney gig-sluts will happily lie about the night they saw Elliott Smith, Jet or The Dandy Warhols here.

It's loud rock (and the odd hip-hop gig), and in a sign that it's both pure Sydney and pure angry, the beer is served in schmiddies made of plastic.

The sound might be average, it might be in the middle of a cultural desert and the crowd might vary from boring to mediocre, but we've all had a great night out at the Annandale at somepoint in our life.