In an effort to enjoy every iconic pub in this country sometimes we stumble and it this one we came a cropper.
Aug 2018
With a bunch of mates we have lunch at the ‘B’ Hotel and it is memorable. I am ‘lucky’ enough to get the last serve of the daily roast pork. Funny we’re the first diners to order and they’ve only got six serves.
Now I know the true meaning of ‘bitter end’ because I am confronted with a plate full of bitter, chewy and dry, day old roast ends. Is it any wonder that they gave me a steak knife because even sawing wouldn’t cut through some of those pieces. The vegetables though were perfect.
Digesting lunch we walk around the tree lined shops, admire the foreshore and vow to tell our friends not to go there.
itchingforhitching 
But you didn’t tell us the town so we can make sure we don’t go there…
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B is for Bundaberg and also a popular coastal town nearby.
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Of course….
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Pubs are like schools – current managers are more significant than reputation
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And chefs. How many times do you recommend a place only to find that the chef has moved on.
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🙂 Yes, although my favourite has been in post for nearly 40 years – that must be a record
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Lucky you.
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Sometimes you just have to write it off as experience. At least the pork tragedy didn’t have you running for the dunny (is that right?)
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Thankfully no. 😯
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Gorgeous view but yuck to the tough meat!
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Lovely town but yes lunch was a shocker.
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