The Flying Duck Hotel

Tucked into Prahran. A proper, unapologetic pub. Think cozy UK tavern vibes married to Melbourne’s elite hospitality standard. The 3181 postcode crowd aggressively backs their Monday steak night—a massive, perfectly cooked cut flanked by impossibly crispy fries. Plant-based? The cauliflower steak crowned with tart pomegranate is an absolute knockout. Thursday specials draw heavy foot traffic for fresh oysters and a flawless, golden Parma. Expect a sprawling, heated beer garden for those biting Victorian winters—plus a moody side room complete with a crackling fire. Pints flow. Cocktails hit the mark. Patrons constantly flag the ultra-accommodating staff who hustle hard through the peak rush. Grab a stool, order the schnitty, and settle in. Exactly the spot you want when it’s your turn for the shout.