The 19 best hidden bars in Sydney

Sydney’s Eau de Vie 2.0 serves up classy signature cocktails in a dark, speakeasy-style setting with flashes of razzle dazzle. And while the address says George Street, you enter via Wynyard Lane. Eau de Vie isn’t just about the excellent, razzle-dazzle cocktails, or the glam secret setting, or the delicious snacks – it’s a whole multisensory experience. If you're looking for an out-of-the-ordinary night out, this is it. That's if you can find it, of course.

The Marble Bar, underground the Hilton Sydney hotel, turned 130 in 2023. It’s hard to believe Sydney has any bars that are this old, right? Pubs, sure? But bars! The lavish fit-out makes the place feel like a time capsule. It is, indeed, clad in marble, with elaborate pillars and archways throughout. The ceilings are designed with ornate plaster detail, coated in gold. The bars are made from polished mahogany. And a collection of French realist-style paintings by Julian Ashton, commissioned in the late 1800s for a record-breaking sum, line the walls in gilded frames. The space is divine, and we say you can’t really call yourself a true Sydneysider until you’ve at least stopped by for a cocktail. But our favourite part of Marble Bar is that it’s long been a champion for live music. They feature live bands on their raised stage five nights a week (Monday to Friday) and have a DJ on Saturday nights.

Found in a dark and moody basement on Clarence Street, Old Loves is a hidden Caribbean-inspired rum bar by the team behind legendary Sydney bar Old Mate’s Place. Come for the 320-strong rum list and seasonal Daiquiris made from market-fresh fruit, like the highly smashable Mango, Pandan and Coconut Daiquiri.

Sydney’s fervour for this candle-lit basement bar with a whisky collection extensive enough to stop even collectors dead in their tracks has yet to slacken. Head down the alley, turn right and right again, then take the stairs straight down. The apocalypse could well be happening outside and you'd have absolutely no idea, so transportive is atmosphere below the city streets, complete with vintage prizefighter portraits and soaked in the sounds of jazz and blues.

As far as dramatic entrances go, the Cumberland makes quite an impression. The secret is out, sure, but that doesn't make pulling open the original 1920s fridge door at Manly's Cove Deli any less exciting. Behind it is an operation that has spared absolutely no expense, and soaking in all the elements – the painstakingly handcrafted leather banquettes, original turn-of-the-century brass beer taps – is much of the fun. The rest lies in clever concoctions inspired by Australia's history, the quirky toilets and the unexpected exit.

In the basement of a heritage warehouse in Sydney’s CBD you’ll find a Sicilian-inspired cocktail bar named for the ill-fated wife of Michael Corleone in Francis Ford Coppola's 1972 mobster masterpiece, The Godfather. But don’t let that put you off. For those of us who have been lying about having seen The Godfather their whole lives, good news. Every page of the drinks menu will run you through the storyline (spoilers lie within, but it’s literally been 50 years) so you can impress your date with cinematic knowledge while sipping on top tipples.

You’ll find Sydney favourite Burrow Bar hidden in the basement on the corner of Clarence and Barrack Streets (they previously were found hidden along an alleyway off George Street). The cocktails are killer, the team is great, and it's a top spot to escape Sydney’s hustle and bustle, albeit for a few glorious hours.

Here's one for those who believe in the journey just as much as the destination. To reach Door Knock, you'll need to conquer two steep flights of concrete stairs (is this further underground than Town Hall Station?) and a very long hallway. You no longer need to knock three times when you arrive at the door with a brass pineapple, but you'll still feel like you've really earned that cocktail when you set foot in the place.

Old Mate calls the 'hidden' bet and raises it – literally – with a killer bar and cracking rooftop at the peak of an otherwise unmarked building. You'll need to scale 102 steps or a lift ride tinged with anticipation, but they're small prices to pay for serious cocktails crafted by some of the best in the biz. Whether you're here to canoodle in a candlelit booth beneath the stacks of old library books or snag a coveted spot on the compact rooftop makes no difference; you can't go wrong either way.

Clarence Street is Sydney's unofficial headquarters for tip-top watering holes hidden in plain sight, and Lobo is one of the originals. The only giveaway might be the echo of Cuban rhythms snaking their way up the spiral stairs. Follow them, and be rewarded with lots and lots of top-shelf rum shaken and stirred by a crack team that sweats the details. Turns out the spirit of Old Havana is and well. 

If we had to credit one bar with the revival of the speakeasy, it might very well be Employees Only. The original opened in New York back in 2004, with nothing but a neon 'Psychic' sign to clue the thirsty. In the decade-plus since, the celebrated cocktail bar has opened outlets in major cities across the world, and we got a taste when our very own 'Psychic' sign lit up for the first time at the end of 2018. Excellent cocktails are to be expected, and yes, there really is a tarot card reader on hand.

Maybe there's a small queue forming on the north side of Bridge Street just off George Street. Or maybe not. Either way, look for a security guard standing at attention, ready to radio down and ask whether there's a spot available down in this debaucherous cocktail den that nods to the so-called Golden Age of Porn and the daggy drinks that went along with it without a shred of self-consciousness. If there isn't, it's very much worth waiting for.

Part general store and wine bar, part speakeasy-style tropical cocktail bar, Huelo sure is shaking things up along King Street. The multifaceted operation is the child of two Sydney hospitality heavyweights – Dre Walters from Old Mate’s Place, and Ginny’s Canoe Club, and Swan 'Swanny' Kanongataa from the Rover and Bistecca – so know that your drinks are in good hands. At the front of the booze operation is the general store and wine bar selling goodies Nonna would love. But hidden at the back behind a door is a speakeasy-style 12-seater tropical cocktail bar with its own sunny courtyard. Come here in the afternoon (or late at night) for fun and fruity cocktails.

If you're one of the very few people who don't know that Betta Meats on the south end of King Street in Newtown is no longer a butcher, you do now. The vintage patina conceals one of the Inner West's treasures and one of the friendliest bar teams in town. Settle in for a Sazerac at the long timber bar, and it won't be long before the eternal charms of this New Orleans-inspired neighbourhood joint cast their spell. 

Even if you look up Papa Gede's on your phone, chances are you'll wander into the wrong laneway or look past the cobblestones into the dark tunnel off Kent Street and wonder whether there's actually anything there. Keep walking and you'll find laidback tiki bar that'll cast a real spell on you thanks to great chat and an even greater Zombie. Bonus points for dog-friendliness.

Look for the sliver of a sign with the silhouettes of three skulls (they're co-owners Sebastian "Cosmo" Soto, Dardan Shervashidze and Charlie Lehmann). That's the only indication there's something happening behind a nondescript door sandwiched between a convenience store and the entrance to a hair salon. And boy, it is really happening down in this dive bar dreams are made of. Cognac is the calling card, as are the bowls of corn nuts and Mary's burgers on demand to soak it all up between rounds.

Behind a fully functioning barbershop is where you'll find this schmick bar with a terrarium vibe, so you can get all handsome and then take your new look out for drinks. Gin is the focus, so step to the front of the queue if a humble G&T or a filthy Martini is what you gets you going. And being that it shares the back of a laneway with the Baxter Inn and the Duke of Clarence, chances are you'll be hiding out in this neck of the woods for quite a while. 

Just about the only thing that isn't classy about the Swinging Cat is the fact that it shares an entrance with a Subway sandwich franchise. But hey, at least it makes for an easy way to recognise you're in the right place. Head underground and you'll find yourself in a world of gas-lit streetlamps and old-school New Orleans-style comforts. They're your cue to order a Vieux Carré, sit back, relax and clink glasses to the Big Easy. 

Is it a seamstresses workshop? No! It's Stitch, a CBD basement bar that's been doing its thing since 2011. Whisky is a big part of the offering, with plenty of bourbon and rye to back it up. A carb-heavy carte that trades in hot dogs, burgers, tacos and fried mac-and-cheese balls knows exactly what buttons to push, and a selection of vatted cocktails make for a very spirited finish. It's no stitch-up.