For those of us who were slightly too young to be at ‘THE’ resurrection, there was another opportunity. Hosted on a dark, dank Wednesday evening in Melbourne, the phoenix rose again. What was once St Jerome’s in its infancy has become ‘The Resurrection’ in its adulthood. Now located in a very trendy East Brunswick location, this cosy bar is sure to encourage an eclectic set of regulars.

Close to the sterile open spaces of anonymous clone-like bars and eateries along this strip, The Resurrection is the boozy equivalent of a quirky vintage dress shop. It doesn’t try too hard to be trendy, but somehow in its nonchalance manages to be a destination for people who like to drink and snack in warm and comfortable surroundings. Under a red light (so we all looked super attractive in a seedy kind of way), we imbibed \ the house cocktail and tasty canapés but discovered that because of a certain agreement with a certain soft-drink company, my preferred drink wasn’t available. That is perhaps my only grump. The Resurrection is small but every inch of space is used to good effect.

There’s an inside corner big enough for DJ equipment (but space for live music is limited), and comfy block stools and other seating inside and more seating outside that will probably be well utilised on warmer nights. Outdoors is an entertainment area that exuded the atmosphere of a 70’s party patio. I was waiting for Peter Sellers to stick his fingers into a bowl of caviar. I am often wrong, but don’t think I’d be too erroneous to predict that Jerome and Danny have hit on a winner here.