Sucking the life out of “The Local”

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Have we gentrified our pubs so much that the life and soul of “the local” has all but disappeared?

The thought came to mind recently as I sat in the bistro of our local, a typical suburban pub in Sydney within walking distance from home.

I lamented that there wasn’t anything as simple as bangers and mash on the menu as I drank a beer served in a glass that would look more at home as a vase with a bunch of flowers in it…

Let’s face it, there is nothing better than the company of friends and good pub food washed down with a couple of schooners of Fourex.  Not some beer brewed with water taken from a stream on the eastern side of a mountain in some place I couldn’t pronounce even if I wasn’t into my third schooner.

I mean, what’s wrong with a good old Fourex?  Okay, VB or Carlton Draught if you prefer and a Chardy for the girls…

Perhaps I’m showing my class here, but one of the things I truly look forward to is a trip into the bush, the outback, down a dusty track where you are likely to develop a thirst that can only be quenched with a schooner or two at day’s end in a pub that is most likely called “The Royal” or maybe “The Railway” or “Tattersall’s”.

Crikey, even Janet (Mrs Landy) has been known to down a beer or two in these revered establishments!

It’ll be nothing fancy mind you, a few bar stools here and there mostly occupied by Bluey and the boys who’ll tip their hats and give you a G’day as you step through the door. The menu simple, but tasty and its okay to toss your dog a couple of scraps to clean off the plate when you’re done…

The conversation is typical, but mostly amusing, no-one is taking it too seriously, or concerned that you are wearing the right clothes, after all shorts and singlets are the go, if you like, and you’re not going to need to mortgage ya’ house when it comes to your turn to shout!

Crikey, Mrs Landy and I have enjoyed some great moments in some out of the way places in the Australian Bush, The Outback – and we might have had just that one too many on an occasion here and there, but that is usually because our classic pubs in the bush are timeless, especially when the amber fluid flows and the banter ramps up!

So tell me, where is your favourite “watering” hole, hey?

Photos: Baz – The Landy

4 thoughts on “Sucking the life out of “The Local”

  1. Lavinia Ross June 21, 2016 / 5:30 am

    You would be right at home in Murphy’s Irish Pub in Sonoma, California. Pub is down a back alley. We used to play music there years back when we were touring. Fish & chips and mushy peas were my favorite, and of course, a Guinness ( after I finished playing 🙂 ) It’s been years since we were there, and hopefully it hasn’t changed much.


    • Baz - The Landy June 26, 2016 / 9:18 pm

      Love it, I’m sold on all three, Fish and Chips, mushy peas, all washed down with Guinness! Trust all is well at home…

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      • Lavinia Ross June 27, 2016 / 4:34 pm

        Some health issues, but I am fighting them.


  2. Victor Rakmil June 19, 2016 / 7:56 pm

    Sad but true in so many places. Great post.


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