Look for the yellow banana on the sign on Street 110, and no it’s not a metaphor despite what the neighbours get up to. That would be far too subtle for this area. It's Warhol’s banana, from the Velvet Underground days, and that's far more in tune with this laidback blues/rock bar that is the antithesis of all the super-slick bars popping up like well-dressed mushrooms in smarter parts of town, and all the better for it. They bill themselves as Phnom Penh’s premier music bar, and with a collection of more than 200,000 tracks on their system and a Spotify account that can stream another 10 million, we’re not inclined to disagree. They’ll let you make requests but keep it classic — you’re not going to hear any teenybopper pop in here. Their Facebook page says it best: No James Blunt. No “My Humps”. Ever. There aren’t many places in Asia, the world, that will be playing an acoustic version of The Wind Calls Mary when you walk in the door. We have to confess, we swooned a little. They have a good range of spirits, including a 10-year-old Talisker and Laphroaig for just $5 a pop. They’re known especially well for their California style Mexican, including enchiladas ($5) and tacos ($4.75). Their burgers look like a work of art. At $4.75, one could be forgiven for expecting a lesser creation than a 200g beef burger cooked sous-vide for three hours, then flame-grilled to produce a perfectly medium-rare hamburger, served with rocket, caramelised onions and a Sriracha mayonnaise. See, Phnom Penh, always full of delightful surprises.