The Charo is a man without a country. Patronized b...

The Charo is a man without a country. Patronized by islanders and bricklayers the Charo caters to the gritty fingered diggers on the front lines of the class war. These are the real heroes of the long march into Australian oblivion. The drinkers, the fighters, the droolers. The stools are hard and the liquor's harder. And the wenches working the taps are tougher than dice. I come for the carpet, which is mottled, irregular and smells of glue. You should come for the arm wrestling and hugs. They're free. And your spirit will be too after frequenting the last working man's island in that ocean of latte snobbery that Waverley has become.