Australian Motorcyclist — December 2017

(Martin Jones) #1

PUB OF THE MONTH


The knee held up, the blokes turned
up and they had some great stories to
share before heading home for their
feeds and I, warned by the barman
that the kitchen was about to shut,
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The blackboard offered (deep fried)
chicken schnitzel with chips, (deep
fried) chicken with chips and (deep
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option, but I should’ve known. Ten
minutes later I’m looking at a pair of
deep fried cutlets. Yep, and chips.
The last time I’d seen that much
oil there was a dipstick involved but
nothing to do but suck it up and watch
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in on his break, plonks his schnitzy
down on a table between the TV and
me, wheels around to grab the remote
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What?
Move on, nothing to be seen here!
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out for some backroads riding and to
meet an Israeli bloke who lives in an old
converted pub in Breadalbane for a bit
I’m doing on pubs of the Lachlan River.


All very interesting but no grist for
this mill so I head south to Gundaroo
where I’m two hours early for the
pub’s 3pm opening so I apricate on
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envelope me, and wait for the sun to
get a better angle for some photos.
About twenty minutes before
opening, and just as the sun is getting
to the right position, some GN’s
towing a house and pool pull up out
front. Never anything other than
helpful, I tell ‘em the pub won’t open
for another two hours, so they clear
out and let me get my images as
the sound of door latches opening
punctures the silence.
Now this is a decent pub!
But again, I’m on the prowl for a
place with accommodation, a place
with character and a place that’ll look
after riders so I head out with another
joint in mind but when I get there and
go into the bar... ah never mind, you
don’t really want to know.
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my loyal readers and the month was
moving. On the ride home I started
rolling through good pubs that I’d not
covered and very soon one pushed its
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