They’re the bars that carefully stand back while you suddenly lose your breakfast all over the table, clean it up, then gladly serve you another jug of beer.
The pubs with questionable sofas so crusty, you’re pretty sure you’ve caught genital lice by sitting on them.
The hotels that somehow remain open for trade despite Department of Health crackdowns.
You simply wouldn’t invite a boyfriend or girlfriend to any of them – yet somehow, they’re all brilliant. What is Sydney’s most awesomely dodgy bar, what hijinks have you seen within their walls, and what makes them so great?