First drinks were a bottle of Coopers - a $6 special during happy hour - and a warming handle of the zingy house-made ginger beer cocktail for $9. We were also (easily) swayed into sampling a sip of the experimental warm white wine brew the bar staff were playing aroundwith. It wasn't great, but the banter, led by owner Lukrecya Craw, was.
The vibe is super-chilled, very friendly and just the right amount of hip to make us feel like hanging out for a chat at the bar a bit longer.
The toilets are a couple of unisex options up the back, one wheelchair friendly, both clean, with a bit of light-hearted graffiti to add character.
On the stereo was a rolling playlist of great indie electro/rock tracks that we had never heard before but wanted to add to a Spotify playlist.
Room for improvement the relaxed style appeals to most, but wasn't as much fun when a friend with a food allergy had special requests that went totally ignored a while ago.
The perfect spot for a feed and a few drinks before kicking along to other K Rd haunts.
Most redeeming feature aside from the personable service, we loved the name Peach Pit as soon as we heard it, reminiscent of our Beverly Hills 90210 fan-girl days. It was inspired by the 90s soap, we're told, but it's also a clever tongue-in-cheek reference to its positioning halfway between adult store Peaches & Cream and Pitt St - both K Rd landmarks.
