After breathing life into The Norfolk, Abercrombie, Flinders and Carrington, inner city pub messiahs James Miller and Jaime Wirth have turned their talents to The Forresters.
They’ve given us a homely red-sauce diner with a smidgen of Nevada upstairs, where you sit and sup from plaid banquettes under cartwheel lights by a river-rock feature wall.
The pub magnates’ success has attracted a gun floor team, with Tomislav, Forbes & Burton & Gazebo defectors whizzing by.
The menu here is more modern trattoria than dude food, but I still advocate that you pick a peck of Pepper Poppers ($12) for a juicy moment of hand-to-mouth.
Punctuate ‘em with cute-as-a-button Baked Clams ($16) washed down with Four Gears in Reverse ($16), a smooth pineapple and smoky tequila based cocktail that made me regret not ordering a Jug ($30).
Daily rotating Rotisserie ($25/head) delivers (on Tuesdays) a whole lot of charcoal chook for your spend, dished up with stellar spuds and finely shaved ‘slaw.
It’s thirsty work (okay, over salted) but I still finish it and every slice of the ‘Nduja, Tallegio and Mashed Potato Pizza ($22) whilst chugging Drift Pinot Noir ($10/glass).
The pizza’s a star, and not just for carboholics, though I politely petition for more spicy spreadable pork.
PS. I couldn't resist a snap of the handy phone charging machine - never will I be left unable to check in again!
336 Riley Street, Surry Hills
Ph: (02) 9212 3035