
Tommy’s dad
In charge of feeding everyone. Orders the kebabs before you’ve even opened the menu. Insists you stay for dinner.
Dad’s department: the foodTommy’s is a neighbourhood bar and kitchen on Old Airport Road. Indian comfort food, cold beer and a Rock-Ola jukebox share the room with a rather opinionated family of cats.
Come up for dinner. Put your song on. We’ll take it from there.
Indian comfort food for the whole table. A few bites, a proper dinner, and something to pass around.
Your usual, or something you haven’t met yet.
Meet the characters on our walls. Everyone has a job. Supervision is debatable.

In charge of feeding everyone. Orders the kebabs before you’ve even opened the menu. Insists you stay for dinner.
Dad’s department: the food
Self-appointed host. Pulls up another chair, gets the next round in and somehow knows everyone at the bar.
Tommy’s department: the bar
Has custody of the jukebox. Calls every song a classic. Waits for the chorus to prove his point.
Granddad’s department: the jukebox





6pm – 1am
Or make it tonight.