The Rat & Parrot Bar — Restaurant in Adelaide

Walk through the main front door and enjoy the exquisite foyer decorated with circa 1990's framed Premier League jumpers and the most outstanding taxidermy covered in decades of dust. At this point you know you're on a winner, however the joy that awaits you as you cross into the main pub area means the delights of the foyer will quickly become a distant memory.

Upon entering the main bar, if you're not overwhelmed by the intoxicating atmosphere, you may notice the chicken wing bones nestled elegantly at the base of one of the tall tables. You'll see booths in the back corner and you're going to want to take advantage of those and enjoy trying to determine whether the stains on the fabric of the seats are food, mucus, blood or potentially someone's bodily fluids. You can use these stains to form the basis of a drinking game as you won't be able to listen to music on the nearby jukebox due to the ever present Windows blue screen of death on the display hinting that it doesn't work.

Above the bar there is an alluring display of old artifacts like bookies bags, musical instruments, taxidermy and other random pieces that would no doubt excite presenters on Antiques Roadshow. The dust coverage here far exceeds that of the foyer in an unwavering defiance to cleanliness.

Then the highlight - the greeting you get from Captain Grumpy as you approach the bar. None of this woke nonsense like smiling or pleasantries, you barely get acknowledgement that he understands your order. Then after a poorly poured beer lands in front of you via a nicotine stained hand, you may, if you're lucky, receive a grunt to indicate that your card payment went through then off to the booths you shuffle.

Well timed visits to the Rat N Parrot reward you with actually seeing a parrot in the pocket of one of the regular patrons. Presumably this very valued customer is tasked with looking after the pub mascot, although if I was the bird I may be a little put off by the taxidermy and jump to conclusions as to my fate.

The one let down was the suprisingly good food. It's not Michelin Star, of course, but the quality does defy the otherwise strong dive bar theme the owners have done such an exemplary job of creating.

Everyone, at least once in their life, must experience the Rat N Parrot. A truly wonderful example of a suburban watering hole and exactly how I imagine every pub in...

Went out for a Thursday night dinner with some friends. Ordered some drinks and food via the online food order through the QR code on the table at 6.15 pm. The man behind the bar (Neal) then proceeded to call out “last drinks” which was met with a lot of confusion from the locals that were drinking there. Another 15 mins went by and food started to arrive. My partner went up to get some water for the table where he was rudely told “I’ve called last drinks, I don’t know why you’re standing there”. It got to around 6.40 and the man with the bowl cut (Neal) approached our table and rudely mimicked our laughter and said “you can 3 minutes to eat and get out”. This was met with locals protesting on our behalf.

The manager was a great bloke and apologised for the disgusting manner in which we, and other patrons, were spoken to. He assured us that we had plenty of time to finish our meals and that we could come to the bar next door to order drinks.

This is a shame that a great local spot has been tainted by this particular member of...

Had lunch in the sports bar today, advertised special Chilli Cheese Fries @ $12. Well, there was beef chilli in it, and cheese. However to call the things apparently made out of potato ''fries'' is very generous. They were soggier than a rainy day in London. The beef chilli was spicy but unpleasant, apparently made out of entry level minced beef. At the bottom of the bowl, was a thin soupy like watery liquid, yet to be identified. I know what I ordered, but that ain't it. Also, the bloke pouring Guinness had no idea how to do it properly, or maybe just couldn't...