The Angry Pirate: Obey the Rumble
This may just be my new favourite small bar.
I stumbled across The Angry Pirate a few weeks ago before a gig. Although giddy with musical anticipation, after around twenty minutes I was sorely tempted to skip it and stay in this timber-heavy den of a sailor’s saloon instead. I still left for the gig. But the effort of dragging myself away from the cosy atmosphere, delicious drinks, complementary popcorn and charming bar staff was taxing in the extreme.
You’ll want to try the cocktails, which largely revolve around rum, with a few exceptions. So far I’ve sampled the gin-based Lychee Woo, the zesty Grog Zombie (points for dramatic presentation, you’ll see why) and discovered my personal favourite, the delectable, mood-altering Angry and Sour; a heady potion of rum, amaretto, pomegranate liquor, lime, egg white and vanilla. Rough yet seductive, punchy but moodily sweet, it’s a drink worthy of a pirate. A pirate who wears silk stockings and listens to Portishead. For the eccentrics who don’t ever drink cocktails there’s wine plus a good selection of local craft beers and ciders (Young Henry’s and The Grifter).
Once your tummy starts rumbling you can order a pizza from the galley. There’s a short but tasty list to choose from, including the margherita-like “Morning Star,” meaty options involving salami, Serrano or pancetta, and a gorgonzola pumpkin option called “Defiance” that I’ll be defiantly gorging on next time. The dough is fluffy, the crust is crispy and the base is credit card thin. So light you barely feel it going down. You could even split one as a pre-dinner snack before moving on elsewhere.
Fridays are live music nights, where you can nestle into a corner and listen to musical tales of mermaids, sea monsters and salty sea dogs into the wee small hours. Just remember no matter how much rum you imbibe, it’s important to play along with the house rules: no fighting, play fighting or talking about fighting.
Intimate without being cramped, Angry Pirate is ideal for twosomes and small group affairs. Drop in on your way somewhere else and you may end up scrapping your plans. Next time I’ll be back for a Rum & Dub Sunday session, where from 5-10pm they serve up cheap pizzas and $10 rum cocktails. I was going to end with a pirate joke, but… oh fuck it. Why are pirates called pirates? They just AAARRRRRRR! (Forgive me).
The Angry Pirate, 125 Redfern Street
By Lucy McNabb