Open til 2am and cranking truly obnoxious pop music the whole time, stopping by Mr Crackles at the end of the night takes a normally furtive part of your drinking ritual and turns it into a full blown social experience. This place is never not packed with groups of tipsy revellers – sometimes shirtless, often covered in glitter and wearing fairy wings or bachelorette veils. Mr Crackles is the love child of a Bahn Mi hole-in-the-wall and an RSL roast buffet, but the people in charge of the kitchen are genuinely technically competent. Their roast meats are never dry, their crackling is usually fresh and crunchy, and so are their bread rolls. But if you've truly overindulged, you should order fries instead. Specifically you should order the 'Crispy Pork Nacho Fries', which come with chunks of pork belly, slathered in cheese, chilli and sour cream. They're disgusting, by which we mean amazing.
