I’ve been robbed!
It was my own fault; I shouldn’t have gone in there. I mean, look at it, from the outside, it looks dark and dingy. In fact, this place didn’t even dare call it self anything, there’s no name above it at all.
The waitress returned a few moments later with our drinks and the bill.
My beer was in an unusual looking glass, I’ve not seen one like it before. It looked nice. But of course, that’s not my key concern. How big is it? I investigated.
I had just paid $8.50 for 330 mL of Peroni beer. That’s not even a proper beer measure, as anyone who has read my post about beer measurements in Australia explained will know.
And at current exchange rates, I was paying about £9.00 a pint.
I got a name for them, ‘The Dick Turpin’!
I wasn’t the only one being mugged; we were a group of 10. But it was beginning to get difficult for me to enjoy myself, we’d only been out an hour and a half and only had three drinks, but when you include my $20 contribution to the taxi fare, I’d already spent $90.50.
It was going to be an expensive evening. Anyway, we moved on.
Past the Hi-Fi, where we saw The Fall live.
This was much better! It was called the Rumpus Room or something. They served James Squires Golden Ale, a fine brew indeed, in pints. And I was relieved to note that Mrs BobinOz switched to dry white wine.
Two drinks, $15.50.
I love a pint glass. Not for the shape or design of course, but simply because it contains 70% more beer than the other previous fancy pants glass!
But three drinks later, we moved on again. This time…..
Dark, dingy, but this time no mugging! This venue sold a list of fine beers as long as your arm. Things were beginning to get a little hazy at this stage, but I settled for an IPA. Can’t remember the specific name, but I know I’ve never heard of it before.
It was fantastic!
Actually, can’t remember the name of the bar, it may have been Uber. I just don’t know. But again, I got a pint and my wife had dry white wine. This time, $16 a go.
I liked this pub so much, that I decided we should sell our home in the sleepy suburbs of Western Brisbane and move into the busy, bustling West End of the city, just so I could walk to my new local pub every night and buy a few of their fine ales on tap.
But Mrs BobinOz, she said “no!” She felt I should be thinking about Elizabeth’s education and all the great friends she has made at our local school.
Really? She can be so selfish at times.
Three drinks later, we were ready to eat kebabs. Within 5 minutes, all 10 of us were chomping on the finest kebabian cuisine in the southern hemisphere. Its amazing how great those things taste after a skinful.
We then paid $25 per couple to secure our cab rides home and at around 2:30 AM, we were all back in our little sleepy western suburb houses.
- Cab there: $20.00
- Pub One: $70.50
- Pub Two: $46.50
- Pub Three: $48.00
- Kebabs (2) $16.50
- Cab home: $25.00
- Total: $226.50
Incredibly, I’d gone out with $230 and some change. I had just 5 bucks left when I got home. So, not a cheap night out by any means. But the company was great, (happy birthday Nick) and we’re all hoping to do it again sometime soon. Maybe even next month.
On the other hand, the whole evening (for two people) cost 6.9 hard yakka’s (one person working) and we were out for seven hours. Pretty good when you look at it like that, I’d say.
Anyway, I shouldn’t be blogging today, it’s another bank holiday Monday. This time for Labour Day. I should be living the dream!
Hold on. That means we’ve had 8 out of the last 11 days off!
I am living the dream!