The Welcome Inn (Rozelle, Sydney: http://www.thewelcomehotel.com.au/about-the-welcome/) is a themed pub with an Irish influence complete with Guinness posters and surprisingly , Guinness and even more surprisingly Speckled Hen. If a history of the pub as displayed on the wood panelled walls of the cosy bar are to be believed, a stray dog , having wandered off a ship in the nearby docks, presumably evicted from England for weeing on the pavement , received a generous welcome and the name stuck. Apart from the date of 1725 and the fact that the picture of the dog in question looks suspiciously like the one in the Guinness adverts it all adds up!
I proudly asked the barmaid for a schooner of Speckled Hen adding I hoped that it was as good as the real stuff. It was soon apparent by the 'I've just been stabbed in the neck by a screwdriver' expression she obviously thought that Speckled Hen was Australian.
The food was good.
We have concluded after painful research that Aussie radio is reassuringly average, the one highlight being an advert for home insurance . The strap line being, 'We cover you for cyclone, flood, earthquake and fire.' At this point I was thinking that the premiums might be a smidge on the high side.....then she added ,'and much more'!!! What more could there be? Oh hello I've accidentally washed my whites with a grey sock. Am I covered? -........
We arrive in Leura in the Blue Mountains, a pretty village , ..... .the high street Megalong Street was over exaggerated in length and full of Sara -like shops
expensive gifts, tut and hand made dot -dot emporiums (chocolate, for those who don't know the family jargon.) It was getting cool and atmospheric. After lunch we travelled the 2 miles to our night stop Katoomba where it was much cooler and more atmospheric , ie, it was raining , and the visibility was <100 blue="" br="" check="" fog.="" hotel="" into="" metres="" or="" the="" we="">( more of which later) and drive the 2 miles to scenic lookout of the Three Sisters to see fog and drive back to the hotel and walk through the atmospheric drizzle to town where we admit defeat and buy a 3.99 umbrella. K mart is the next stop for Sara to purchase something warm, having left all her woollies in Brisbane. The choice it has to be said is somewhat limited but eventually an oversized striped hoodie is bought. It's like going out with a faded Everton mint.
Can't see your hand in front of your face, let alone the 3 sisters! Strange 'time-stood-still' shopfront.
Shabby chic gone mad at the Hotel Blue
One way of passing a foggy evening. My pool skills had us in stitches as usual.
I proudly asked the barmaid for a schooner of Speckled Hen adding I hoped that it was as good as the real stuff. It was soon apparent by the 'I've just been stabbed in the neck by a screwdriver' expression she obviously thought that Speckled Hen was Australian.
The food was good.
We have concluded after painful research that Aussie radio is reassuringly average, the one highlight being an advert for home insurance . The strap line being, 'We cover you for cyclone, flood, earthquake and fire.' At this point I was thinking that the premiums might be a smidge on the high side.....then she added ,'and much more'!!! What more could there be? Oh hello I've accidentally washed my whites with a grey sock. Am I covered? -........
We arrive in Leura in the Blue Mountains, a pretty village , ..... .the high street Megalong Street was over exaggerated in length and full of Sara -like shops
expensive gifts, tut and hand made dot -dot emporiums (chocolate, for those who don't know the family jargon.) It was getting cool and atmospheric. After lunch we travelled the 2 miles to our night stop Katoomba where it was much cooler and more atmospheric , ie, it was raining , and the visibility was <100 blue="" br="" check="" fog.="" hotel="" into="" metres="" or="" the="" we="">( more of which later) and drive the 2 miles to scenic lookout of the Three Sisters to see fog and drive back to the hotel and walk through the atmospheric drizzle to town where we admit defeat and buy a 3.99 umbrella. K mart is the next stop for Sara to purchase something warm, having left all her woollies in Brisbane. The choice it has to be said is somewhat limited but eventually an oversized striped hoodie is bought. It's like going out with a faded Everton mint.
Shabby chic gone mad at the Hotel Blue
One way of passing a foggy evening. My pool skills had us in stitches as usual.
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