Barely larger than an ample-sized lounge room, The Junk Bar adeptly dances the line between kitsch and cool. What surrounds me now is a design aesthetic that is at once confounding and irresistibly welcoming. Slowly, like a life-sized Polaroid developing before me, a scene reveals itself that makes the world on the other side of the glass feel miles away. “Don’t worry, your eyes will adjust,” she grins knowingly as I step into the space and blink my eyes trying to get a visual grip on my surroundings. She introduces herself as Mia, one of the two owners of the establishment. Heavy curtains draw back away from the glass and a bright smiling face greets me, beckoning me inside and out of the heat. Scrawled on a blackboard next to a glass sliding door, which could easily have been the entryway to a real estate agent or accountant’s office, are three simple words – The Junk Bar. I scan the streetscape for a sign that will lead me to my intended destination. This is certainly not the usual location for one of the city’s most talked about bars. As I survey my surroundings – the supermarket shopping complex, the bank branch, the bakery – I feel the unfamiliarity of suburbia surround me. The afternoon sun is unforgiving as I wander along Waterworks Road in search of the reputed Ashgrove locale. A blink-and-you’ll-miss-it hole in the wall on a suburban street in Ashgrove, word of this 18-month-old bar spread quickly, not only for its quirky seventies-kitsch decor but also for the relaxed, unpretentious vibe crafted by its owners, Jamie Trevaskis and Mia Goodwin. In the case of Brisbane’s most curiously located new hotspot, The Junk Bar, recycled treasures are all part of the charm. The true definition of the word ‘junk’ really comes down to perspective after all, one man’s trash is another man’s treasure. Share Jamie Trevaskis, Owner, The Junk Bar, Ashgrove
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