Cyren Bar and Restaurant, Darling Habour

Let me start by saying that I had great expectations of this Darling Harbour white spectacle. When it first opened it was heaving (and it’s not a small place by any means). On top of that, there were lines of 20 or 30 deep waiting for a table out the front. However, when we visited on a Friday night, a touch over half a year later, the place showed no signs of its former demand – foreshadowing an unfortunate experience. 

Cyren has been lavishly renovated with beautiful colours of white and gold. You can sit outside near fiery heaters, or inside where stone art seems to be a running theme. We were seated inside, quite gratefully as it was a cold autumn’s night.

We discovered that there was only one waiter responsible for taking orders in our rather large section of the restaurant when we realised no one had come to offer us water or take our orders for at least twenty minutes after sitting. So we waved the waiter down, ordering our selections of seafood and steak. The waiter seem frazzled and was run off his feet – he might’ve done a better job if management had been thoughtful enough to roster more staff on a Friday night in a Darling Harbour location.

I ordered the barramundi and chips – costing me $38. I had to choose between salad and chips for that amount – I didn’t get them both. The barramundi was nice enough; when I got past the sticky rather than crunchy skin – a big disappointment for me. Even more disappointing was when I, as well as a friend, requested aioli to go with our chips and it never came, despite asking for its whereabouts from two different waiters (it was always ‘on its way’).

Adding to this, I had to ask for more water, rather than my glass being refilled as you would expect from a place that charged you $38 for what was basically fish and chips.  When the waiter asked how everything was towards the end of the night, our friend didn’t hide our unsatisfied moods – letting him know it was nothing short of terrible. When the manager came over and asked if we wanted free desserts to make up for it, we politely declined as no doubt, we’d have to wait for another half hour to receive them – if at all.


Around $20 for entrees and $38 for mains


They need more staff, and then perhaps the service would be standard rather than dismal.

My final verdict

Overall, it was a rather substandard experience and I won’t be hurrying back there anytime soon.

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The Red Door – 65-67 Foveaux Street, Surry Hills NSW



We decided to check out The Red Door after dinner on one of Sydney’s balmy autumn nights. It didn’t take us long to realize that this is one glamorous little place – one that reminded me very much of some of the bars I had the fortune of visiting when I was in New York. I absolutely loved the mysterious blood-red door that takes you through to an underground den oozing of class, chic and downright coolness.

Its limestone walls are decorated with black and white photos from the Prohibition – including that famous photo of well dressed men marching the streets with signs exclaiming ‘We want beer’. Dark red and brown designs, coupled with sheer curtains and low light glowing from intentionally crooked lampshades made it an intimate setting – perfect for a romantic rendezvous. The place seemed eerily quiet for a Saturday evening though. And whilst it was an after-dinner cocktail we were seeking, the night was still young at only 9.30pm.

The guys at the bar were welcoming and helpful; one even chaperoning me to the bathroom upstairs (and near the Foveaux restaurant situated directly above the bar). Besides a menu of wines, beers, spirits and some bar food, they also have a small blackboard of cocktail specials to choose from – I ordered a cherry whiskey sour off this. Tom ordered a dry gin martini (which wasn’t on either list, but they still make the classics as any good cocktail bar should). Whilst I didn’t quite enjoy my cocktail (it seemed like it was missing something to give it that extra pop), I did enjoy Tom’s. However, you can’t really stuff up a classic martini too much.

The Red Door is pricier than most, with cocktails around $17 and we were charged $24 for Tom’s martini. It’s still worth a visit though, especially if you’d like to impress.

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Mojo Record Bar – 73 York Street, Sydney

We ventured into this basement bar on a Friday after work. At the bottom of the narrow stairway to the left is a funky little vinyl record store, and beyond that is what we came there for after a long and tiresome week – and the light at the end of the tunnel – the bar.

This small bar, or perhaps den is more fitting, has lots of attitude – and the bartenders were no exception to this rule. They’re outgoing and friendly with a quirky sense of humour and a dress code to match. The combination of amber lighting, rich mahogany fittings, vintage carpets and red back lighting gives off a red glow and a cosy feeling. The walls are an homage to music – covered with framed album covers hailing from different decades and genres.

You can choose to sit at a booth, table or at the bar – we chose the bar so we could be at the heart of the cocktail-making action. This however, may not have been such a smart choice. My friend had ice, cocktail-making gadgets and ingredients thrown at her (albeit accidently) from all directions. I was lucky enough to have the cash register right in front of me, saving me from this unnatural shower.  So sitting at the bar definitely got us amongst the action – quite literally. The bartenders were charmingly apologetic though and even bought us as a drink each to make up for it.

You should know that there’s no food at this bar. But as a nice little touch, I’m told you can take your drink into the record store while you have a browse.

With a relaxed, intimate, yet quirky vibe, it won’t be the last time I visit this watering hole. It’s a marvellous place to have that much needed drink after a wearisome day. It does get extremely busy on a Friday evening though. We walked in at around 5.15pm and had free reign on where to sit, but when I turned around and away from the bar about 15 minutes later, it had well and truly reached its capacity – a sign of its popularity among Sydney-siders.    

P.S. sorry I don’t have any (acceptable) photos for Mojo Record Bar. I did try to take some, but they turned out too dark on my humble BlackBerry phone.

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