Melbourne is renowned for little laneway treasures – filled with fabulous finds that you stumble upon, off the main drag. I discovered Chuckle Park a couple of years ago, chancing a sideways glance down an alleyway that literally stopped me in my tracks. SURPRISE! (Love it when that happens.)
A 19th Century rail warehouse… it’s the grittiest industrial setting for a bar you can imagine. Think heritage brickwork, chunky, rusty steel, 10 tonne gantry cranes and towering ceilings. Here, they sprout with life thanks to gorgeous greenery and soulful upcycling.
Smart and sexy. That’s the link I’m drawing between this gorgeous and airy bar on Queensland’s Sunshine Coast and its namesake, the fictional character of M’s secretary in a string of Bond films.