The Archive — Restaurant in Brisbane City

Very disappointed with this establishment at so many levels. The service was poor as the service staff at the counter had no idea about the size of the burger when asked. He just shrugged and gestured a size to use. Wasn't very friendly and look like he just wanted to get it over and done with. Ordered 5 items to share. The magic mushy pizza, buffalo chicken pizza, large bourbon dry rub wings, steak sandwich and hawaiian chicken burger. Only 1 out of 5 dishes were decent which is utterly disappointing. The following dishes were a disappointment:

1. The wings were unevenly coated. Some wings has so much seasoning while others were just a touch. So salty!! The wings were medium size and I struggled to finish them because of salt fatigue.
2. Mushroom pizza was OK but something just didn't gel right together. I enjoyed the first 2 slices but when it came wanting to eat more, the salt fatigue kicked it. Mushroom were fresh but just didn't like it the 2nd time round.
3. Steak sandwich had no flavour of beef at all. The steak was not seasoned with anything. Could only taste the fresh salad and sauce which was nice. But where is the beefy flavour? It was just like chewing meat with no flavour. If the steak was rubbed with pepper before cooking, that would have been enough. The steak gave me a break from the salt fatigue though.
4. Chicken sandwich was salty as!! Meat was tender and veggie was fresh but no, didn't enjoy the sandwich. The fries were decent for the sandwich and the burger. Decent dish:
5. Buffalo chicken pizza was the only thing decent. I really enjoyed it. Its the first pizza that is juicy and drippy. Pizza was firm and just moist enough. The pineapple gave it a sweet dimension which was a unique change to everything else. This is the only thing worth ordering. Im disappointed that simple pub classics were so poorly done.

The pub was super noisy on a Friday night, the live music was bit too loud even sitting outside was hard to have a conversation with my partner. Don't think will be returning unless really looking to eat a drippy pineapple chicken pizza.

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Yo, real talk, this joint was actually solid as hell. Beers? Cold. Real cold. And they’ve got a proper lineup too, none of that watered down pub draft nonsense. Plus, they’ve got arcade games. Like actual arcade games, not just sad pokies in the corner. That alone bumps it up a star in my books. Respect.

I went full send and ordered a steak. Thing came out borderline still breathing. Straight up raw. But hey, it was discounted, so I kept my mouth shut. If I’d paid full price? Oh, I’d be coming for someone’s soul. But discounted meat? That’s just street tax.

Beers again. Banger selection. Can’t even remember the prices because I was already half blasted. Probably a blessing, since everything’s overpriced nowadays. I’m not even 30 and I’m already talking like an old man, “these days” and all that. Wild.

Sorry, I’m rambling. Must be entering my retirement arc early. But yo, back to the arcade machines. Legit good stuff. Pool tables, darts, coin ops, the whole lot. None of that fake vintage pinball only crap. This place actually gets it. I’d happily let these machines rob me blind.

Now if we’re talking food again, it’s a bit of a gamble. Russian roulette on a plate. The chicken wings? Unreal. Like, dead set best wings I’ve had in Brissy. Near perfect. But the steak? That thing was Bleu. And I’m into rare, but this? This was practically a tribute to the cow’s life. Again, I ain’t mad. It was cheap, and honestly I was still vibing hard.

Bottom line? Great bar. Arcade games. Beers slap. Food could go either way. But if you’re cool with spinning the culinary roulette wheel, it’s...

I don't usually do reviews but I was at Archive the other night with my wife and let me tell you—I've been there before, but this time? It was next level. And the reason? A bartender with red eye contacts (Mickey? Mikki? However you spell it—she knows who she is), and she was absolutely fantastic.

This girl nailed every single skill a bartender should have and then some. Speed? Check. Precision? Check. Charisma? Overflowing. She had the perfect balance of friendliness without being overbearing, and her cocktail suggestions? Spot on. I swear, the drink she made for me was so good I considered changing my whole personality to match it.

To be honest, past experiences at Archive have been a bit... hit or miss in the attitude department. But Mickey? She was all smiles, all energy, and knew her stuff inside and out. Her service was so good that I’m actually planning on dragging my entire family back just to experience it again.

And then there’s the chef. Now, I didn’t catch his name, but the guy with the blonde hair? Whoever he is, he deserves a medal, a trophy, maybe even a statue. The sirloin steak he grilled? Perfection. I mean, I took one bite and suddenly felt like I was dining in a five-star steakhouse while a symphony played softly in the background. That steak was so good I’m convinced he’s got some sort of magical grill powers or a deal with the culinary gods. Medium-rare mastery, seasoning on point, and cooked with the kind of confidence you only see in action movie heroes.

Mickey and the blonde-haired steak sorcerer—they’re the reason we’ll keep...