The Bottom End is a very clever reinterpretation of a rubbish Irish pub. Cleverly adorned with a mixture of antique styles, the centrepiece is a statuette of topless maidens – undoubtedly stolen from a seventies Australiana time capsule – must be seen in person to be believed. It also reinforces the sense of humour that has been used to compile this assortment of treasure.
Its huge interior is space enough to make what the owners claim is a hybrid between pub, disco and diner. All the elements come together to make this combination not only realistic, but formidable.
The drinks on offer are true to the venue’s pub origins, but its Irish roots have been abandoned, with not a pint of Guinness in sight. Take your pick from the house cleanskin wines labelled Cheap, Reasonable and Good. The cocktail list runs from mundane to madness (Delany’s signature Jungle Juice is on hand).
Considering the pedigree of the owners – between Michael Delaney-Korabelnikova and business partner Anthony ‘Hockers’ Hocking, they’ve had their hands in some of the town’s more iconic goodtime venues; Honky Tonks, Third Class and Sorry Grandma – it’s a sure bet that the tunes will be on form. Regardless of the time, that gentle urge will calling you to bust a move on the carpet tile dance floor.