Theme Songs of the Day:
I'M IN A MF'ING SHIPPING CONTAINER!!
Recycled doesn't have to mean shitty.
Section 8 Bar is hidden down a discreet ninja alley leading into Melbourne's Chinatown. Made entirely from a pair of shipping containers, old shipping pallets, and a bunch of old boots, the open air bar is a grungy-sexy-chic watering hole that attracts businessmen, students, and dreadlocked bohemian types all at the same time.
A tiny, decrepit parking lot between some of Melbourne's oldest brick buildings has been recaptured and transformed into a completely funk-tional gathering spot. It's the kind of place that makes you feel all that much cooler just because you know about it.
Shipping pallets are stacked and bolted together to form a maze of wooden counter tops and benches with balinese style cushions. A couple of 500 gallon drums make for very sturdy bartops, with upended packing crates making up your barstools.
There are heaters to keep you toasty in the colder months, but bring a jacket because the roof is great at letting in sunlight, not so great at keeping out the rain. Still, there is something about sipping hot totties and warm mulled wine while your breath vaporizes to a house-dub-reggae soundtrack. I'm sure the bar would be great in summer months, though I've never been in Melbourne to check it out around that time of year...
The Drinklist? Any beer list that goes from Melbourne Bitter to Guinness to Budvar to Tiger -with a honey spiced ale from New Zealand for good measure - can't go wrong... And a cocktail list that includes creations like Passage to India [gin, drambuie, earl grey tea, lemon and a splash of tonic], Your Mama's Cheesecake [vodka, liquor 43, lemon, sugar and cream], and Grand High Chai [vodka, grand manier, chai tea, mint, orange and lemon] is enough to keep you wonderfully distracted until closing time.
Resident DJ Rintrah spins a moody blend of reggae, trip-hop, dance, and reggae every Thursday night, often featuring special guests. The weekly lineup of DJs and events is often varied, always dope ...and don't be surprised if you walk in on live graffiti, or a random bike dance-off.
If someone doesn't do a version of this back in Honolulu, I am going to bring a couple shipping containers when I come home and find a parking lot in Chinatown to open up shop in!
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