The Marlborough Hotel

The Marlborough Hotel is a classic inner-west establishment with great food and plenty of open space, including a lovely garden. It’s dog-friendly and simply a great spot all round.

Good vibes and sick fish and chippies here. The fish has the crunchiest batter in Town. The chips was crunchy and mushy all at once. There is a quieter semi-outdoor area hidden in the back by the kitchen if you prefer more quietness.

Marly's beer garden has a "VIVID-like" feel during the night while impressively offering sufficient space for us to mingle - light blue at the very back while standard yellow at entrance. The adjacent indoor bar serves well for wet weather and dims down after late hours. The main bar at the front has a dance floor for those wanting to "kick on" without leaving the venue. Special thanks to Gilly in reaching out to us long ago before ticking Marly off the list after a long-awaited year!

Terrible went for the first time tonight, didn’t drink there, got kicked out for going outside having a smoke because it was hot inside I needed some air. Some lady said I was showing signs of intoxication because I went outside for a smoke and sat down. Could speak perfectly fine and walking fine, excuses excuses I asked her what signs? She couldn’t answer, they kick people out for no reason, theee was a line of people to get in I wonder why. Bad service and management 0 stars

I’m a white guy. I got in no questions asked. 20 minutes later, my girlfriend (an Australian citizen, half Korean) shows up with three legitimate forms of ID ; physical and digital ; and gets denied entry. The reason? Apparently, “the dates didn’t match.” (Spoiler: they did. Your staff just couldn’t read them properly.) She was told to go home and get a passport. We live 10 minutes away. We came back, showed the passport ; suddenly, she’s welcomed with smiles. No apologies, no accountability. I calmly confronted the security about the blatant double standard: drunk strangers waltzing in, but a sober woman with three IDs is treated like a criminal. I called out what anyone with eyes could see: racial profiling. For that, I was called “rude and argumentative”, kicked out, and banned for speaking the truth. Your staff threatened to call the police on a woman holding valid ID. Then flipped the script the second they saw a passport. That’s not procedure, that’s prejudice. To the bald-headed, power-tripping bouncer. You made a mistake. A big one. And yes, people are going to hear about it.