The Bar Nun takes the mission to the mainland.

Cartel – civilised
The prospect of luscious, leathery outdoor lounging entices the lone Nun to enter Cartel, nestled down a pedestrian alleyway off Lichfield Street. Plentiful couches, carpets, heaters and an open fire make the outdoor experience a pleasure. The music is an appropriate volume for mid-evening; the bar staff can actually hear what is ordered without the customer having to raise their voice.
Sister’s tequila and tonic is scrumptiously strong; it’s a refreshing surprise to be served something other than Jose Cuevero. The well-presented bar boasts the second-largest selection of rum in New Zealand and the staff can recommend a variety of local beers such as Rogue Hop, an organic local pilsner.
There will be live music later in the evening, as there is every night, and the doors remain open until 3am. Why don’t more managers understand that patrons like to converse over their drinks before the live act starts up?
Sister was initially distressed to learn that Cartel does not offer any coffee or food, but was placated when the staff explained that she could choose any dish from the menus of the surrounding restaurants and takeaways, and have them fetched by the bar staff at no extra charge. Now that’s a service. 

Fat Eddie’s – and all that jazz
Immaculately themed in the style of the 1950s’ American jazz scene, right down to the little round tables only slightly too close together, Fat Eddie’s has only been open for three years but looks like it’s been here for 80. Sister is tempted to flash a garter as she peruses the cocktail-oriented bar, noting a number of American wines and the rare sight of Dom by the glass; there’s a focus here on premium product, but nothing stuffy about the atmosphere.
Several quirky touches prevent the décor from falling into any sort of derivative groove (such as the humanoid bar stools and unconventional bathroom fittings), and Sister is secretly disappointed that late-night devotions prevent her from lingering to sneak a peek at the live burlesque show beginning later in the evening.

Scotch Wine Bar – have a beer
Having arrived late and seriously in need of spiritual uplifting Father John and the Bar Nun decided that something with the words Scotch, wine and bar out front would do the trick.
On entering, the Nun found that quite a congregation had gathered for a service given by grill’s very own priest of beer Geoff Griggs on the virtue of local artisan ales. No wine nor scotch was imbibed, but 15 local brews in all saw the light. The Bar Nun is pleased to report that these tasting services are a regular fixture and our missionaries are extending the faith.
Scotch at 26 Maxwell Road, Blenheim has a relaxed atmosphere and a large outside dining and drinking area, with bean bags and a rather cool leather couch out front.
The menu is tapas style and the coffee very good.