Jo K.
Yelp
First, directions. I wandered up and down Martin Place looking pathetically lost in my fancy togs being eyed up by diseased looking pigeons when I tried to find the place. I'll try to save you from that. George Street end of Martin Place, take a right after Armani, down the stairs.
Once you make it down the stairs, there's the little laneway of Angel Place, and bang, the Recital Hall is right in front of you and you wonder how you could possibly have not known it was there all along. As a friend and I were here to see some Terribly Posh Classical Music, we brushed pointed elbows with society ladies out for the afternoon's culture and who were determined to get to the tea/champagne/serendipity icecream first at intermission. Gotta watch out for women of a certain age, killer elbow jabs.
Bruising aside, we had a lovely afternoon, music was divine, the acoustics great, and perched up in a little box we had a perfect view of the musicians. And them of us. Upon discussion later, we both thought the very intense German cellist looked in our direction far too much of the time than was randomly warranted. We took it as a compliment. If you get an invite here, take it up, German cellists or no.