West Village Hotel - Petersham

I can't say I found this place to be so enthusiastic. the thing I did was the choice of the beer on the hahn, many of them were craft beer, but the place seemed chic as hip, and I tend not to chic all that much. the other was that the staff did not seem so pleasant and did not get through so well, but then that is probably more than anything else. regarding the pub, it was okay, and it had a small in-house that was not smoker, and it wasn't too crowded. but besides the fact that it had a good selection of craftsmen that I had scored for him, and it is very close to a railway station, it is not one that I would hurry back soon.

I must have happened this place a thousand times while I lived in petersham. I was never brave enough to throw myself into a situation that would bring about social activity at the time. but my partner and I drove to the city and we had managed to get to petersham station, just to discover that they left their opal card home. instead of the tensions of getting another card will be decided to go for a spontaneous plan b. west village looks like a fairly chilled restaurant and pub/bar. it was the midst of a Friday and completely empty beside the scattered anesthesia of random mozens. the menu was straight enough. my partner ordered a Greek poutine $16,) a common starter that she was a meal for one. I, myself, dared to order a cheeseburger $16) and made it a double $3). with two beers the total amount was even $50. a little steep. we sat outside when the weather demanded it. sitting in such a sunny day would have been a lap in the nut natural. the outside area had a water bowl for dogs/ponie/mind, one of the bar staff confirmed mine and said that the outside area was pet-friendly super cool. I wanted to taste a little creatures pale ale. as far as the bright ales go, it was a rather hoppy beer, citrus notes were left somewhere behind the strong bitterness. my partner has a stone and wooden pacific ale. that had a fruity charm that was capitalized with passion fruit. many bubbles on the bottom made it difficult to say whether they drink a liquid or not. never the less pleasant, just be sure to leave the bubbles. the Greek poutine was amazing. think about chips with engraving. fairly boiled frits on a bed of shredded lamb, covered with engraving and blotches of warm feta. enough for a person to have by themselves. trust me, they don't want to share when they cost it. the cheeseburger was good. it kept its structure beautiful, even after quartering, nothing fell out or moved around. there was an unevenness with the pattys. the tip pattie was rare, while the lower pattie was cooked medium. I could not ignore the two different flesh textures in my mouth and it made the burger a bit strange. yet a good balance of aromen with sufficient saltiness from the gurken and cheese. bun was fresh and senf was present but not overwhelming. if I had to suspect, I would say that the cook did not know that a DOUBLE cheeseburger had been ordered until the first pattie was a few minutes on the grill. only one guess, no more or less. this is a great place to hang when they have a bit more money. a large selection of tap, they simply do not expect their Australian stock standard beer.

The new renovations have really transformed this old school pub into a modern hip. it is open, it is light and airy with an industrial edgy feel it. great for families during the day fun for friends or couples when the sun goes down. pop in .... get them comfortable and take a drink while the tempting menu. that will be a normal one I feel.

It was a hot afternoon in petersham, so the attempt to try the new pub at the station seemed a great idea. there was a bouncer on the footpath near the door in the tender hour of 4 o'clock and he has brewed me in the finest turbulent tradition. sweet exclusiveness! once in there, there was something like that. scooner of carlton, please. we don't sell carlton. I'll have a wb. we don't sell wb, how about a new one. No, new is too sweet. I got a shot. we do not sell back. the row of tap name plates were mostly beer that I had never heard so that the safe harbour seemed appropriate. only for the record, heineken is not imported, but brewed in lidcombe. that'll be $8. then the beer came into a warm glass.

I must have been to this place a thousand times while I lived in Petersham. I was never courageous enough to fully immerse myself in the experience...