📍 7 stops · ⏱ ~9 h
This day is built around Hobart's deep winter food scene — we start with a long, fireside feast at Dark Shed in the countryside, then wind back into town for a Battery Point wander, a graze through Salamanca Market, a cocktail pause, a late-afternoon waterfront stroll, and dinner along the North Hobart restaurant strip.
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We leave the city behind and climb into the hills above Hobart — the landscape shifts quickly from suburban streets to open farmland and eucalypt forest. On a July morning the air is sharp and the light is low and silvery; the drive itself feels like the beginning of something deliberate, a day that starts far from the usual rhythm. The venue sits on a working property where the fire pits are already burning when we arrive.
A five-course menu cooked entirely over open fire, served in a converted shed on a hillside property. The menu changes with what the surrounding farms and waters are producing that week — in midwinter expect slow-cooked meats, root vegetables, and rich, warming sauces. The wine list leans heavily on Tasmanian producers, and the sommelier pairs each course with something from the Tamar Valley or the Coal River. It is a long, unhurried meal — the kind where you lose track of time between courses, watching the fire and the mist over the hills.
Dark Shed – A winter feast of f… · Event pagehellohobart.com.auThe shed is heated by the fire pits but the property is exposed — bring a heavy coat and good boots. The ground between the car park and the shed gets muddy after rain, which is most of winter.
Battery Point is Hobart's oldest suburb, a tight grid of sandstone cottages, narrow lanes, and hidden gardens pressed against the Derwent estuary. The streets climb steeply from up toward Arthur Circus, a round park lined with tiny workers' cottages from the 1840s. On a winter Saturday afternoon the neighbourhood is quiet — a few locals walking dogs, woodsmoke drifting from chimneys, the occasional glimpse of the water between buildings. It feels more like a village than a city suburb, and the architecture tells the story of Hobart's early maritime wealth in stone and iron lacework.
We walk a slow loop through the neighbourhood — up Runnymede Street past the old merchant houses, around Arthur Circus where the cottages face a shared green, then down through the lanes toward Salamanca. The stonework here is Georgian and early Victorian, built by convict labour in the 1820s and 1830s. Look for the iron lacework on the verandahs and the small plaques on some houses that name the original owners and their trades — shipwrights, coopers, chandlers.
Instead of walking straight down the main steps, cut through the laneway beside the old warehouses — it drops you into the market from the back, past the stone walls and the artists' stalls, which is a gentler arrival than the main crush at the top.
runs the length of every Saturday, filling the cobblestones between the old sandstone warehouses and the trees. The stalls are a mix of fresh produce, artisan cheese and charcuterie, hot food vendors, and craft sellers — it is as much a local grocery run as a tourist stop. The food stalls at the far end near the park are where the serious eating happens: wood-fired bread, grilled sausages, fresh oysters, and coffee brewed from a cart. The crowd thins after 2pm, so we arrive when there is still energy but enough room to browse without being jostled.
There is a small oyster shucker near the park entrance who sources from Bruny Island — his stall is unmarked but locals know it by the blue esky and the handwritten price board. The oysters are shucked to order and come with a wedge of lemon and nothing else.
A small, moody bar off Salamanca with low lighting, velvet banquettes, and a cocktail list that leans into Tasmanian spirits — Lark whisky, Hartshorn vodka, and local vermouths feature prominently. The room is narrow and intimate, the kind of place where conversation settles in quickly. On a winter afternoon it is warm and quiet, a good spot to thaw out after the market and reset before the evening.
Pablos Cocktails and Dreams · Book onlinepabloscocktails.com.auThe Hobart waterfront is a deep-water harbour lined with old wharves, fishing boats, and the occasional tall ship. sits at its centre, ringed by fish-and-chip counters and seafood punts. In winter the light fades early here — by late afternoon the water turns grey and the lamps along the piers flicker on. The bronze 'Heading South' statues stand near the dock, a tribute to the Antarctic explorers who used Hobart as their last port of call. It is a place to walk slowly, watch the gulls and the fishing crews, and feel the city's relationship with the sea.
We walk the length of the waterfront from to the , past the fish punts and the moored yachts. The old warehouses on the far side now house seafood restaurants and galleries, but the working port is still active — you will see trawlers unloading and stacks of cray pots on the docks. The 'Heading South' bronze statues near the dock are worth a pause: four figures facing the Southern Ocean, commemorating the Antarctic expeditions that launched from this harbour.
The walk from the waterfront up to North Hobart is straightforward but steep in parts — pulling up the route on a map as you leave the docks keeps you on the quieter back streets instead of the main road, which is a much nicer climb past the old terrace houses.
Get an eSIMAiraloFarm Gate Market is the Sunday institution, but on a Saturday afternoon the street is quieter — a few permanent food vendors and the surrounding cafes keep the block alive. We stop here as a transition rather than a full market visit: a coffee from one of the hole-in-the-wall spots, a look at the seasonal produce boards, and a moment to sit on the low stone walls and watch the last of the afternoon light on the brick facades of Bathurst Street. It is a good breathing point between the waterfront and the climb up to North Hobart.
Elizabeth Street in North Hobart is the city's main dining strip — a long, straight road lined with converted shopfronts, each one a different cuisine: Italian, Japanese, Greek, modern Australian. The street has a neighbourhood feel despite its density; on a winter evening the windows steam up and the glow from inside spills onto the footpath. The crowd is mostly locals — couples on date nights, groups of friends, families at the bigger tables. It is the kind of street where you can walk the length of it, read the menus taped to the doors, and pick the room that feels right.
The North Hobart strip on Elizabeth Street is the city's most concentrated restaurant row — a dozen or more spots in a few blocks, ranging from tiny ramen counters to full-service dining rooms. The winter evening energy here is warm and unhurried. We settle into one of the rooms with a view of the street, order something slow-cooked and a bottle of Tasmanian pinot noir, and let the day wind down. The street stays lively until late, but the pace inside is relaxed — a long dinner in a warm room, the kind of meal that anchors the memory of the whole day.
If you have been carrying a bag all day from an early checkout or a late flight, the stretch up Elizabeth Street is steep and cobbled in parts — there is a luggage storage point near the city centre where you can leave everything before the climb, and walk up to dinner with your hands free and your shoulders loose.
Store your bagsRadical StorageSaturday nights on the Elizabeth Street strip fill up fast — book a table by Friday afternoon, especially for the smaller rooms that only seat twenty or thirty covers.
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