If you want to be rich, start a restaurant in Sydney.
Every half-decent place we walked by last night was packed. From the CBD to Surrey Hills, dozens of bars and restaurants were filled to the gunnels with people scoffing pizza, pad Thai, takoyaki, whiskey and, in the case of one man yelling his drink order to no one, 'Savingnon Blank'.
It's a more beautiful, buzzing city than I expected, having somehow evaded the place for more than 25 years.
I'm here for ARIA Week - a carnival of gigs and events leading up to Australia's bigger, flasher version of the VNZMAs.