Andrew, AKA DJ Uce with the Juice, at Newtown Sports Bar
Andrew, AKA DJ Uce with the Juice, at Newtown Sports Bar

WellingtonJuly 26, 2024

An ode to Newtown Sports Bar, Wellington’s last great pub

Andrew, AKA DJ Uce with the Juice, at Newtown Sports Bar
Andrew, AKA DJ Uce with the Juice, at Newtown Sports Bar

A night of karaoke and community in a pub that feels like a memory.

You’d barely even notice it, unless you knew to look. Tucked away behind a liquor store on busy Constable Street is the capital’s last great pub.

Newtown Sports Bar is an emblem of the pub culture that’s prevailed nationwide for almost two centuries. It’s one of the finest establishments Wellington has to offer. It serves as a beacon for what once was, and what still can be. Technically, the name has been changed to Barrel Brothers, but no one calls it that. The moniker and legacy of Newtown Sports Bar prevails.

Wellington prides itself on its vibrant hospitality scene. There is no shortage of bars and restaurants available at our fingertips. But these don’t serve the same purpose as the mighty local pub. The local pub is Ol’ Faithful, a reliable establishment that never seems to change, providing a level of consistency in uncertain times. You can go there at any given time, on any given day, and be greeted by reasonably priced beer, fried food, and one or two punters who look like part of the furniture. Newtown Sports Bar embodies these qualities with a smile and a wink. It knows exactly what it is and doesn’t pretend to be anything else, which only adds to its charm.

The pool tables at Newtown Sports Bar (Photo: Henessey Griffiths)

When you arrive, you’re greeted by rugby post made of PVC pipes. It’s a relic from the 1987 World Cup that remains untouched to this day. Tui posters with slogans like “I’ll come home after the game” and “I’m really keen to see your mother again” are scattered across the exposed brick walls, juxtaposed with an inspirational poster about success hanging near the women’s bathroom. Low hanging lights dangling above the pool tables like a set piece from a David Lynch film provide some of the only light across the whole space. Small screens showing the Warriors game are littered near the pokies room. A claw machine offers knock-off Minions and Among Us plushies.

The barman, Harry, is elusive, constantly dipping into the back room to do God-knows-what. But he’ll always greet you with a smile as you get a 745ml Lion Brown for a mere $12. Despite a supposed rebrand, the posters and signage around the pub still proudly say Newtown Sports Bar. The decor hasn’t been changed for years. It’s part of what made Harry want to work here. “There aren’t many restrictions,” he tells me, “it’s more chill, y’know”.

Harry, the barman at Newtown Sports Bar. (Photo: Henessey Griffiths)

At first, it can seem like a cold and uninviting place, but that changes quickly. “It reminds me of small town New Zealand. It has that vibe, the collective that hasn’t quite been gentrified by the rest of Wellington yet,” one patron tells me. It rings true. Newtown Sports Bar is a time capsule for any rural pub from our past, a nostalgic reprieve from the changing world.

Growing up, my family and I would visit Shiel Hill Tavern in Dunedin to watch All Blacks games. The publican would have a beer poured for my Dad before he even stepped inside. My brother and I would fight each other over the Nintendo 64 controller in the kids’ area. Looking back, I can see now how pubs foster that sense of community, a middle ground for locals in the area to convene, enjoy a cheap drink and a meal, and forget about the outside world for a bit. A pub isn’t defined by the physical space, it’s the atmosphere created by its patrons that makes it a special place to be.

There’s an unpretentiousness about Newtown Sports Bar. A freedom by lack of definition that allows you to make it your own, whether that is a quiet respite from the daily slog, or a pit stop on a night out with the boys.

Scenes from Newtown Sports Bar. (Photo: Henessey Griffiths)

Steve, John, and Brian, three Newtown locals, have been coming to Newtown Sports Bar each Friday for decades. “We come here because it’s close to where we live, and there’s not much else to it,” Brian insists. “We’ve got nothing nice to say about the place”, says Steve, with a cheeky grin, while sipping back a Lion Brown tall boy. John is adamant he comes here for just one reason: “cheap piss”.

They tell me they remember when this building was a supermarket. Specifically, it was a Wardell’s, the first supermarket chain in Wellington. However, Wardell’s was soon superseded by New World on Riddiford Street, and the site sat vacant for years. The pub was born in 1989, when the site was leased to the Wellington South Licensing Trust. Vincent’s Bar and Restaurant, named for founding trustee Alice Vincent, became the go-to spot for workers around Newtown, equipped with generic beer, a large stage, lots of pokies, and all-around good vibes. The trust shut down under financial pressure in 2001, but the pub lived on. I haven’t been able to track down exactly when Vincent’s was renamed to Newtown Sports Bar, but it appears to have been in the late 2000s.

Before it was a pub: Wardell’s Supermarket in 1967. (Photo: WCC Archives)

The real essence and heart that makes Newtown Sports Bar so special comes out each Friday night with karaoke hosted by Andrew, aka DJ Uce with the Juice. Plugging his laptop and two Singstar microphones into the booming sound system, he scours YouTube to find the Karaoke track of any song you desire, old or new.

Andrew has been DJing and hosting various Karaoke nights for almost 45 years. He grew up in Newtown attending the Pacific Islanders’ Presbyterian Church, just around the corner. “When you grew up in PIC as a youngster, you had to do White Sunday”, he tells me, “you better be on point and know how to sing and harmonise, cause in those days they’d give you a tap”.

Andrew singing Karaoke. (Photo: Henessey Griffiths)

Music has always been a big part of his life. His older sister was the lead singer of the soul group The Holiday Makers, and his two younger sisters sang backup vocals for the Chicago Smoke Shop. He beams with pride as he tells me that his cousin is none other than King Kapisi.

Andrew kicks off the night with a sweet, soulful rendition of ‘Is This Love’ by Bob Marley. “Andrew has the most divine voice, especially as the night grows old and he plays all the hits we grew up with,” says Helen, another longtime Newtown local. “It makes me feel so good, I don’t want it to stop”. Up next, a drunk millennial attempts to hit the high notes in Anastacia’s ‘I’m Outta Love’.

Daniel Vernon from the band DARTZ, performing karaoke. (Photo: Henessey Griffiths)

To most, the idea of doing Karaoke in a bar seems like a literal nightmare, but there’s something about doing it at Newtown Sports Bar that’s freeing. Andrew fosters an environment that is non-judgmental and supportive. You don’t need to feel embarrassed about being perceived, because there really isn’t much to be embarrassed about – even when I perform ‘Losing My Religion’ for the third time. Regardless of how your song goes, you can always find comfort in Andrew’s grin as he applauds you off the mic, with the night carrying on as intended.

Andrew brings the crowd together. From all walks of life, old and young, united by fearlessly bellowing out songs at 7pm on a Friday. It’s the perfect place to meet people you’d otherwise never have met, both regaling stories from your past with the one common thread of being at the same place at the same time. If you end up attending regularly enough, you begin to form real connections and affinities to these people, all while being able to enjoy an ice cold beer.

Everyone is going to have a personal bias towards the local pub in their neighbourhood, but there’s something so universal about the experience of Newtown Sports Bar. Although the decor may be a bit dated, it feels more like a time capsule than anything, a memory of growing up in New Zealand. It’s a cultural staple. It doesn’t pretend to be something it’s not, and does it perfectly. The next time you’re bored on a Friday night, take a visit to Newtown Sports Bar. Play a couple of rounds of pool, get a beer from Harry, and belt out some ballads with Andrew. You won’t regret it. 

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KaiJuly 23, 2024

A tasting tour of Wellington’s best bánh mì

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Bánh mì is a sandwich of endless layers and possibilities. Here’s where to find six of the best examples in the capital.

This is an edited excerpt from Two Bear Sandwich Club, a Substack newsletter by Nick Iles.

What is your desert island sandwich? The one that you return to in your mind’s mouth more than any other? I will give you a minute if you like, but be forewarned that I’m not really asking you and I don’t really care. I don’t mean to be rude. It’s just that people often think this line of questioning will open up an entertaining and somewhat meandering conversation on the various merits and drawbacks of potential sandwiches. They perhaps think we may take it in turns listing fillings we have enjoyed and our memories of them. Maybe we will share stories inspired by those fillings and how they have helped shape us as people. They might hope we will then move on to discuss the importance of selecting the right type of bread, laughing as we recall the times fillings have fallen through large holes in unsuitable slices of sourdough. After much back and forth, they may even hope we will come to an agreement that there are just so many good sandwiches out there we simply can’t decide. We will laugh, hug and agree to get a sandwich together sometime soon.

Except this doesn’t happen. It doesn’t happen because the answer I respond with immediately, and with too much certainty, is bánh mì. Obviously. Of course. Everything the sandwich you were potentially thinking of choosing is contained in the multiplicity of a bánh mì, with much more besides. 

Bánh mì is a Vietnamese sandwich that literally translates to English as “bread”. It is unequivocally the master sandwich, with endless layers and possibilities: You can find bánh mì filled with sardines (cá mòi), fried eggs, (trứng ốp-la) and even ice cream (kẹp kem). The real beauty of bánh mì is it can be whatever it needs to be. There are no rules, so it will thrive and survive on one simple measure: is it tasty enough?

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For simplicity, and because it is my favourite, we are looking at a classic bánh mì here: the bánh mì thịt nguội, which broadly means a cold meat or ham sandwich. We are hoping for a few things with this sandwich: firstly, the bread should be crusty yet soft and chewy. Next, we want to see at least one, but hopefully a couple of types of fatty pork. This could be thick-cut BBQ pork, with or without some crackling to add texture. There may be thinner, processed, pink cuts of ham or vibrant red char siu. There should hopefully be a thick spread of pâté in the roll, adding butteriness and a savouriness. Garnishes would hopefully include sharp juliennes of pickled vegetable for acidity and texture, a fistful of fresh herbs for verdancy and brightness and a sauce or two would be good. Particularly some hot sauce, fish sauce and mayonnaise to bind it all together. But really, anything tasty will be good.

Inescapable when thinking of the food of Vietnam is the long shadow of French colonialism. An imperialist occupation meant that for nearly 100 years Vietnam had its natural resources exploited, its people left impoverished and its culture neglected. This French self-aggrandisement and the expansion of Culture Français led to a programme of “civilising” the people of Vietnam through a programme of French history, art and law, literature, music and culture. The reverberations of this problematic past can still be seen today in some of the most popular dishes associated with Vietnam. A single coffee tree was brought over in 1857 and now Vietnam is the world’s second largest producer of coffee beans. Phở is an evolution of the French meat broth and likely a namesake of the pot-au-feu. And bánh mì was simply a way of using up all the cold cuts and piles of baguettes made for the French. 

The global obsession with bánh mì began in the 1970s as the Vietnam War ended and many Vietnamese began to flee the communist government. Any territory that took in refugees was rewarded with access to Vietnam’s rich cultural and culinary history. In 1977, the first wave of mass migration from Vietnam to Aotearoa took place and 412 emigres began the process of settling, often without possessions and having been separated from their families. Over the next 50 years, more than 10,000 people arrived to live with family and set up new lives. We now have a thriving diasporic community living across Aotearoa. As the population and demand has grown, so too has the desire and ability to import and stock the original ingredients needed to make a truly authentic bánh mì experience. 

With bánh mì literally meaning bread, most of us know we are meant to be looking for something a bit different with the roll. It should have an almost savoury-candy-floss interior and an outside that shatters like a grenade has just gone off in your hand. Some people will tell you that a standard baguette is inauthentic bread and, therefore, a bad bánh mì. But what is authenticity, and is it really important? At what point was the marker laid down and the authentic version of any dish established? Often people seek to find a dish that closely resembles the dish in its original setting, in this case Vietnam. But surely the lived experiences of the Vietnamese diaspora also counts, and that the new ingredients encountered and made a part of the now evolving history of the dish by generations of emigres should be respected and appreciated in much the same way the inception of the dish is respected. To hold a torch only for a verbatim original iteration of a dish is to deny the lived experiences outside of a mother country. A Vietnamese family serving bánh mì in Wellington are serving authentic bánh mì by definition, regardless of whether or not it looks or tastes like one someone had in Ho Chi Minh.

All of this is to say that there is no official yardstick by which to measure bánh mì in Wellington. Rather, this is a subjective attempt at appreciating the ways in which each establishment has sought to reference the dish and put their own spin on it. 

6. Wraps and Rolls

$12
41 The Terrace, Wellington Central

Báhn mì from Wraps and Rolls. Photo: Nick Iles

What you imagine when you think of bánh mì.

Wraps and Rolls is a two-part operation: one side curries, baked goods and bánh mì, the other sushi, all coming from a centralised kitchen at the back. I had heard a lot of good things about this place, but only being open during the weekday, I found it hard to make time to get there. Right away, it is probably the most aesthetically pleasing of all the bánh mì on this list. The traditional looking roll spills forth strips of pork and piles of herbs, with a most generous with the herbs. As with most of the other rolls, it was heated to order, with a crisp outside that acted like a shell to contain and soak up all the sauces and flavour. Wraps and Rolls played by the traditional elements of a bánh mì thịt nguội; thinly sliced ham and char siu pork were piled high with thickly cut juliennes of pickled carrot and daikon, fresh cucumber, lots of herbs – and all this on an incredibly generous portion of pâté. The pâté is incredibly unctuous and rich, providing an immediate iron quality that is then tempered by the sweetness of pork and a gentle heat from chilli sauce. Not every roll on this list has mayo, but it is generous here and acts to bind all the disparate acts together to make something more unified. This sandwich really does everything you imagine when you think of bánh mì. Everything is in exactly the right ratio: sweet, acid, salt and fat. What isn’t to love?

5. Go Vietnam

$12.50
16 Chews Lane, Wellington Central

Báhn mì from Go Vietnam. Photo: Nick Iles

For the smokey BBQ lovers.

Go Vietnam is that tiny place down the side alley off Willis Street that perfumes the whole area with its light, herbal phở broth. The bread has those trademark bubbles on the surface that add texture to the otherwise slightly pale bread. There is an incredibly generous portion of BBQ pork chunks, which have been marinated in lemongrass, garlic and chilli and provides an impressive level of herbal warmth. The pork itself is moist and has a real savoury, smokey quality to it. This pork is piled high on shredded cabbage, lettuce and a small amount of pickled carrot. All three provide a much needed crunch to the soft pork and soft bread. A small amount of pâté then supports everything from the underside. The smaller amount here feels appropriate due to the volume and quality of BBQ pork. No hot sauce or fish sauce means that this is perhaps missing some of the acidity and heat that you look forward to in a bánh mì, but this ‌creates something very savoury that focuses and gets the main elements very right indeed. Definitely a sandwich I will go back to and one that is best enjoyed in the small, bustling cafe that serves it.

4. Nam Nam

$11.90
Willis Lane, 1 Willis Street, Wellington Central

Báhn mì from Nam Nam. Photo: Nick Iles

Almost unbeatable.

Nam Nam, in the new Willis Lane development, is the little sister of established Auckland Vietnamese restaurant Sen Kitchen. Ordering is through a self service machine on the counter and the option to add extra pâté and hot sauce for free is every greedy person’s dream. This bánh mì is impressive in its size; when opened it is absolutely packed with tons of shredded carrot, thick slices of BBQ pork complete with crackling, a couple of wedges of cucumber, lashings of chilli sauce and a heavy swipe of pâté across the bread.

The contrasts in this sandwich are everything I look for in bánh mì: fatty, smokey pork gives way to sharp pickled carrot and prickles of chilli heat. The bread is warm, crusty and chewy in all the right places; it has that candy floss-like inside and a deeply fatty, creamy pâté, almost the consistency of butter. Those flavours combine with the mayo and hot sauce and emulsify into something immensely rich that brings all the other elements together in unity. The ribbon of pork fat is so well rendered it almost acts like a second sauce and seasons the whole roll, along with the fish sauce. The whole thing just feels so incredibly generous; the textural contrasts of crunchy carrot and crackling, chew of bread and fatty, porky, saucy mess makes this an almost unbeatable sandwich. The only way this would be more perfect if there was a bigger handful of herbs to add that much needed florality and freshness. But that’s just me being picky. 

3. SatayMe Satay 

$12
194 Lambton Quay, Wellington Central

Báhn mì from SatayMe Satay. Photo: Nick Iles

The luxurious and decadent one.

SatayMe Satay is tucked down the back of Woodward House on a side alley off Lambton Quay. The bánh mì these guys are putting together is something very special indeed. The bread has been taken to a darker stage of baking than others might dare, meaning all the sugars have set and the roll is all things crispy and chewy. Coriander is spilling out of the slice line and you can see generous fistfuls of carrot and daikon, both heavily pickled, giving the whole sandwich much needed acidity.

A cross section of the báhn mì from SatayMe Satayn. Photo: Nick Iles

The meat here is absolutely unique: coin-thick slices of processed Vietnamese sausage are layered up with a deep, rust-coloured char siu. The latter of which, unlike others, is cut thick from a loin of pork and has been barbecued over fire to create something at once so sweet and so smokey it stops you in your tracks. This, paired with the almost umami-like pâté, generously applied to both sides of the roll, all culminates in one of the most generous, luxurious and decadent bánh mì you are likely to find in Wellington. 

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2. Le Saigon

$16
46/150 Featherston Street, Wellington Central

Báhn mì from Le Saigon. Photo: Nick Iles

Doing everything right.

Le Saigon is that really beautiful Vietnamese restaurant on Featherston Street that seems to always be thrumming with people – and for good reason. The bánh mì here is absolutely world class. If you stare closely into the breads, you can get lost, like looking into The Infinity Nets by Yayoi Kusama. The surface is blistered and cracked, brimming with potential energy and ready to explode like a grenade in your hand when approached. It miraculously has every single texture it is possible to have: crunchy, crispy, chewy and soft. It is the most generous – and expensive – roll on this list.

A cross section of the báhn mì from Le Saigon. Photo: Nick Iles

All the key players are present and correct, but somehow they feel more considered and purposeful here. The freshly pickled daikon and carrot have all the acidity they need, but with all the bite and texture that comes from newness. The pâté is dark and coarsely textured with an almost nutty quality that sits behind every mouthful. Thinly sliced wafers of pork belly have been cooked down with spring onions, garlic and other magical things to create something rich and almost stew-like. Ribbons of rendered fat run through everything, almost hedonistic in its richness. But those pickles. And those herbs. And that mayo. And that chilli sauce, with actual heat, the hottest by far on this list, means that every bite feels like it refocuses and leans into another element: heat – pickle – fat – verdancy. 

1. Vietnameezy

$12.50
4c Onepu Road, Kilbirnie

Báhn mì from Vietnameezy. Photo: Nick Iles

Probably the best bánh mì in Wellington.

If you are a purist on the hunt for authenticity, come here and see what bánh mì bread would be like in Vietnam. The owner, Jess, was born in Vietnam and was raised in Sydney from the age of seven. After spending 20 years living and working in Wellington, she came to the realisation that there simply wasn’t a bánh mì in town worth shouting about, worth queueing for. So she did what any right-thinking person would do. She quit her job and set up her first-ever food business. She is someone who knows bánh mì and knows exactly where the focus should be, proudly telling me that this is not bread that anyone can buy. No. She worked in conjunction with a bakery to develop this exact recipe and she is the only one who is utilising it. But it isn’t just the bread, everything else here is just perfect.  

A cross section of the báhn mì from Vietnameezy. Photo: Nick Iles

The first thing they do is re-bake the bread to order, meaning you get that fresh bite of the recently set crust all day long. It also means the homemade pâté they apply becomes runny, unctuous and deeply fatty. The amount of pâté they use is just a little too much pâté, which remarkably is exactly the correct amount of pâté. It oozes from the crisp bread as you eat your way down the roll, meaning the last bite is always one that is rich and fulsome. Next comes the selection of cold cuts, processed pink slices of pork, the type with a fluorescence you don’t want to ask about but remind me of school lunchboxes and trips to Bologna. Then comes a couple of very thin slices of sweet, sticky char siu pork belly. But just a couple. Often, people seem to think that sandwiches should have an excessive volume of meat; maybe it is from the popularity of the Reuben or our capacity for consuming more food on Instagram than we do with our actual mouths. But this sandwich is all about a balance of flavour and texture. Some meat is exactly the right amount of meat; it gives over room for pickles, fresh herbs, chillies and all the other good stuff. Here, it is all about the classics: pickled daikon and cucumber batons add the much needed astringency to balance out the fatty meats before the sweetness of cucumbers and florality of a fistful of fresh coriander. All this is finished with an eggy mayonnaise and heat from chilli sauce.

Too often, sandwiches are designed to be looked at, filled on a slice line or with such a sporadic placement of key components that the whole piece is unbalanced. Here, the cross section reveals the perfect synchronicity at play. Pâté cocoons the meats, which, in turn, wrap around pickles and salads. That perfectly airy bread holding it all in place and the shell providing the perfect textural contrast. A masterclass in balance and my favourite bánh mì in all of Wellington.