A simple premise guides the welcoming, good-times vibe of this small basement bar: cold drinks, hot slices and a headbanging playlist till midnight, every night.

If the measure of a good bar is how much fun people seem to be having, then Alfred’s is a great one. Truth be told though, the beckoning echo of shredding guitars and the promise of a neon sign proclaiming “Pizza Liquor Cheese” pretty much guarantee that rollicking times lie ahead.

There’s hardly a warmer welcome than the one you’ll get down in this unpretentious Barrack Street hideaway, which tips its hat to old-school pizza parlours and the rock‘n’roll dives of downtown New York City.

There’s hardly a warmer welcome than the one you’ll get down in this unpretentious Barrack Street hideaway, which tips its hat to old-school pizza parlours and the rock‘n’roll dives of downtown New York City.

But while the kitschy atmospherics make it clear that no one here takes themselves all too seriously, they are serious about drinking well. Scan the fridges, and you’ll find a craft beer to match every mood, from Eagle Bay Brewing Co’s straight-shooting Kölsch to the chocolatey Mack Daddy dark ale by Moon Dog in Melbourne. And up on the back bar, a tidy collection of small-batch gin jostles for space with ultra-rare bottles of whisky and Cognac.

Eventually, the smell of 48-hour proofed dough crisping up in the oven will prove too strong to ignore. So give in, and order a whole pizza – you’ll want to be here for a while.