Drink our wine at Mona—you know the place: Triassic sandstone, mummies and Sidney Nolans, a shit machine. Sip Moorilla thirteen-metres underground, in the grand surrounds of the Void Bar, or enjoy a glass or two with ripper views at The Source, Mona’s restaurant. Mofo and Dark Mofo, Mona’s festivals, are thirsty work. Plenty of Moorilla bars there. Perhaps pull up a pew at our bustling Wine Bar or swish Cellar Door, high above the museum grounds. Hobnob with our knowledgeable, and hardly ever irritating, wine experts. Our sparkling is the perfect accompaniment to James Turrell’s mind-bending pavilion of light on the museum’s rooftop. Or go all out and stay overnight in Mona’s super-flash, luxury dens on the Derwent and treat yourself to a little somethin’-somethin’ from our smashing private, in-room bars.