Where to have a pash in Melbourne
Around the side of this legendary (and picturesque) rock venue.
As the wind whips away your sweet nothings.
Nestled in a private booth within the art nouveau Curtin House.
Behind the sheds at the end of the line.
Pressed up against a radiator, late at night, to the strains of a metal covers band.
For the steamy, war-time pash.
Perched atop the Dandenong Ranges, with the city lights twinkling below.
In the flight lounge of the gloriously elegant DC-3 airplane.
On a rug at sunset. Think cheese, crackers, olives... tongues.
Under the mist of the beautiful old fountain (bonus: it should disguise any spittle spray).