Tony Roma's

The absolute last Tony Roma’s in Australia. Right here on Hay Street. Die-hard barbecue hounds make annual cross-country treks just for a booth at this buzzing temple of Americana. Forget delicate dining—this is about colossal, unapologetic portions. Picture massive racks of St. Louis cut ribs, boasting that textbook fall-off-the-bone tenderness, heavily lacquered in sweet Carolina Honey sauce. Pure, sticky perfection. Tables regularly groan under the legendary Star Feast, loaded potato skins, and perfectly seared ribeyes. Even when the dining room gets slammed on a Saturday night, the floor staff run the floor with lightning efficiency and sharp, disarming banter. It’s a loud, proud, carnivorous institution. Roll up your sleeves—you’re going to need extra napkins.