Smack in the middle of Banker town and with the newly opened rooftop bar you’d expect this place to be horrendous but you’d be very wrong. At 4pm the rooftop is already standing room only with lots of wide and slim fit suits whose parents uncreatively named them all either«Champ» or «Mate». Spoiler alert: total sausage fest… ladies… Despite all this hostile«playing hard» the bar staff are super lovely and are even known to slip you a free beer in return for upmarket chocolates gifted to you by your Westpac«Relationship Manager». You get one of those when you sign on for 25 – 30 years of crippling debt. Drinks are on the spendy side but they have a decent selection. I’m loving Lazy Yak at the moment. Jokes like«working hard or hardly working» get a great response at this place so brush up on your 80s office banter and slightly too loud laugh.