A hole-in-the-wall bar nestled in suburban Ashgrove, Junk Bar filled the void in quieter, outer-skirts drinking holes when it opened in 2010. Like stepping back in time to a secluded gin club in the 1970s, Junk Bar picks up where older brother venue The Troubadour left off, run by the same vinyl-loving chap Jamie Trevaskis. Decked out with cosy velvet love seats, lamps passed down from grandma and a forest mural, the lights are kept super dim for ultimate slinky martini-filled evenings. Frequented by many a musician and north-west-side folk, Junk Bar is a mesh of old-time tunes, cool, calm and collected staff and sinful cocktails.

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