If it wasn’t for the Adelaide Airport flightpath tracking directly over Mile End, it’d be the suburb of choice for discerning real-estate pundits. Big old houses squat on big old blocks of land, with the big old Mile End Hotel on hand for refreshments. The interior decorators had a field day here, angling for a post-Hurricane Katrina weathered look, offset by rock posters, art-nouveau lighting, fake crimson hydrangeas, 1920s porno photographs and piles of split logs in the windows. Eclectic, sure – and at worst, jarring. But it certainly gives you something to look at while you’re enjoying the kitchen’s excellent grilled and slow-cooked meats. Interesting craft beers, too.
