Hogan's

Ages ago, a former friend took me to one of those Walkabout pubs in London. They're Australian places, as you might have imagined, known for their overindulgence. The experience was one of those that gives you character and venereal diseases. So when I first stepped into this Australian pub, a cold sweat ran down my spine. For better or worse, this is a conventional bar, full of tourists and an expat or two. I found no trace of panties in the sink or puke on the plant pots. Perfect for a mid-afternoon beer and an accelerated course in Aussie.