Some bars want you to find them. Hussey & Laredo, tucked below Bath Street in the Warehouse Precinct, is content to let you figure it out. It is a late-night bar with a proper kitchen, a cocktail list that rewards attention, and the kind of atmosphere that makes midnight feel like a reasonable hour to arrive. We have been going for a while now, and it has quietly become one of the places that makes Dunedin feel like a city that takes itself seriously after dark.
The Room at the Bottom of the Stairs

Finding It Is Half the Point
You could walk past it three times and not find it. That is not a complaint. Hussey & Laredo sits below street level on Bath Street, a flight of stairs down from a doorway that does not announce itself with neon or a sandwich board. The signage is there if you look, but the bar does not chase foot traffic. It waits.
The first time you descend those stairs, there is a moment where you are not sure what you are walking into. The sounds of Bath Street – wind, the occasional taxi, someone heading home – fall away as you go down. By the time you reach the bottom, you have committed. That transition is part of the experience. You leave the Dunedin evening behind and enter something more contained, more deliberate. It is the kind of entrance that filters for people who wanted to be there in the first place.
What the Basement Does to a Room
Underground bars carry a risk of feeling like a gimmick – exposed pipes, Edison bulbs, a chalkboard menu in someone’s idea of industrial chic. Hussey & Laredo sidesteps that. The space is genuinely a basement, and it leans into that without cosplaying as a speakeasy. The ceilings are low. The light is warm but not dim enough to hide behind. Brick walls do what brick walls do when you put decent lighting on them – they make a room feel older and more solid than it probably is.
The bar runs along one side, booths line another, and there is enough room between them that you do not feel stacked on top of other people. The materials are honest – timber, dark upholstery, the kind of surfaces that look better with a few years on them. Nothing about the fit-out screams for attention, which is exactly why it works. It feels like someone built the room they wanted to drink in and then opened the door.
What Happens After the Kitchen Closes Everywhere Else

The Late-Night Menu That Actually Means It
Dunedin has a problem after about nine-thirty on any given night. The restaurants close their kitchens, the cafes are long gone, and your options narrow to whatever is throwing slices under a heat lamp or the drive-through on Cumberland Street. For a city with as much going on during dinner service as Dunedin has, the drop-off is sharp.
Hussey & Laredo keeps its kitchen open late, and it treats that commitment seriously. The food is not bar snacks dressed up with a garnish – it is proper, considered eating. Think tacos that are actually assembled with care, plates designed to share across a table at eleven on a Thursday, the kind of food that gives you a reason to stay rather than an excuse. The menu is not enormous, but what is on it has been thought about. That restraint is what separates a late-night kitchen from a kitchen that merely stays open late.
The Drinks Are Not an Afterthought
There are bars in Dunedin with cocktail lists, and then there are bars where the cocktails are the point. Hussey & Laredo falls into the second category. The drinks here are built by people who care about the craft without making you sit through a lecture about it. You can order a classic and it will arrive properly made, or you can ask what is good right now and get an honest answer that is not a sales pitch.
The menu rotates and responds to seasons and whim, which keeps it from going stale. There is a confidence in how the drinks are put together – balanced, deliberate, not over-sweet or hiding behind novelty. In a town where some cocktail menus feel like they were assembled by someone who read a book about it, the difference is noticeable. You are drinking something that was tasted before it was listed.
Who Is There at Midnight
At midnight on a Friday, the room has settled into its late-night personality. The dinner crowd has thinned. The people who are here now are here on purpose. A group of hospo workers from somewhere up on George Street, still in their blacks, unwinding over something they did not have to make themselves. A couple sharing a booth who clearly came from dinner somewhere else and were not ready to go home. Someone at the bar alone with a book and a mezcal – not performatively solitary, just comfortable.
The volume is right. You can hold a conversation without shouting, but the room has enough noise that nobody is overhearing yours. Music exists but does not dominate. It is the kind of place where the night can go in any direction – you might stay for one drink or you might still be there when the lights come up – and neither outcome feels forced.
The People Behind the Bar
Built by People Who Stayed
Hussey & Laredo was not parachuted into Dunedin by someone who spotted a gap in the market from Auckland. It was built by people who had already put years into this city’s hospitality scene – people who had worked the bars and restaurants here, understood the local appetite, and knew what was missing. They chose to open a bar in Dunedin because they live in Dunedin, and they wanted this bar to exist here.
That matters more than it might seem. A bar built by people who understand the city operates differently from one built by people who are guessing. The hours, the pricing, the menu – all of it reflects a knowledge of how Dunedinites actually go out. Not how a business plan says they should.
The Staff Know Your Order
Walk into enough bars and you develop a sense for the ones where staff turnover is measured in semesters. Dunedin has its share – home to the University of Otago and its transient workforce, and all that comes with it. Hussey & Laredo runs against that pattern. The people behind the bar tend to stick around, and you can feel it in the service.
There is no script. Nobody asks if you have been here before or runs you through the concept. If you are a regular, they know what you drink. If you are new, they read the room and meet you where you are. It is hospitality in the old sense – attentive without performing, knowledgeable without showing off. The staff like this place, and that is harder to fake than a cocktail.
The Warehouse Precinct After Dark

Why This Part of Town Works at Night
The Warehouse Precinct has a different energy once the daytime foot traffic drops away. The coffee crowd and the gallery visitors are gone. The streets are quieter, emptier, and lit by whatever spills out of the venues that are still open. It is not the Octagon, where you are funnelled through crowds and noise and the constant negotiation of Friday-night foot traffic. Down here, the evening has room to breathe.
That suits a bar like Hussey & Laredo. The walk from the Octagon takes five minutes, but it feels like a deliberate choice – you are heading somewhere specific, not drifting into whatever is closest. The old warehouse buildings give the streets a solidity that the rest of the CBD lacks. Concrete and brick and the scale of buildings that were designed to hold wool bales, not cocktail bars. The Warehouse Precinct’s heritage architecture gives the area a weight that newer developments cannot replicate. The mismatch works.
Neighbours Worth Knowing About
Hussey & Laredo is not the only reason to find yourself in this part of town after dark. The precinct has accumulated enough good venues that you could build an evening around it without needing to wander back to the Octagon. There is decent food within a block in either direction, a couple of other bars with their own character, and the kind of low-key atmosphere that rewards people who prefer their nights a bit less hectic.
None of this happened by master plan. The precinct filled up because the rents were right and the buildings had character, and the people who moved in tended to be the sort who cared about what they were making. Hussey & Laredo fits that pattern – another venue that is here because someone wanted to do something well in a part of town that does not punish you for trying.
A City Needs Places Like This
What Gets Lost When Late-Night Closes
Think about what Dunedin looks like at midnight if you are not a student and you are not ready to go home. For a long time, the answer was: not much. The restaurants are closed, the Octagon is loud, and the options narrow fast. A city of this size and this much creative energy should not go quiet at ten.
Hussey & Laredo does not fix that problem single-handedly, but it proves the demand exists. As Hospitality New Zealand has noted, the late-night economy matters to cities well beyond the revenue – it shapes how liveable a place feels. There is an audience for late-night Dunedin that is not about volume or cheap jugs – people who want good food, a well-made drink, and a room that feels right at an hour when most of the city has shut up shop. That audience has always been here. It just needed somewhere to go.
The Kind of Regular You Become
You do not become a regular at Hussey & Laredo by going every week. You become a regular by going when you need it – after a long service, after a dinner that ended too early, on a Tuesday when the flat is too quiet and you want to sit somewhere that is not your couch. It is a place that fits into the gaps of a Dunedin life without demanding a schedule.
There is something reassuring about knowing it is there. Not as an event or a destination you have to plan around, but as a constant – open, warm, unhurried. The kind of place where you walk in, sit down, and remember why you live in this city.
Dunedin does not have an abundance of places like Hussey & Laredo – bars that stay open, serve food worth eating, and treat the hours after ten as something other than a wind-down. That scarcity is part of what makes it matter. It is not trying to be everything to everyone. It is a basement bar on Bath Street that does what it does with care, and it is open when you need it to be. For a city that can feel like it shuts early, that counts for more than it should have to.