The real tragedy of the Queensland natural disasters of 2011 was that this place had to take its chocolate banana bread off its menu. It is perfect (most everything is though).
Head to the bar upstairs and watch the ferals climb the wall to get up there. For realz.
Other Perth burger places don't seem to realise that you gots to have pickles or it ain't no burger.
Zero for atmos. Zero for food. The coffee is great but you wouldn't want to stay for longer than a minute. Shame.
The chocolate peanut butter thing might harden your arteries just by looking at it but damn, that's some good shit.
Naming a bar after a Nazi sympathiser is a bold move, but with cocktails this good, what's a little fascism between friends?
