Some times you just can't go passed the local pub when you are on the lookout for a luncheon. We had short notice as Ross and Franster had escaped from Melbourne so we went to lunch at the Drysdale pub. They had half meals on the menu so we each had a half parma which was just the right size and tasty as well. The last place we went to was Mr Grubb and was not up to standard. Fifty metres down the road was the Artisans gallery for coffee and Debbie went straight into her art class afterward. How convenient.
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| on roof beer tank |
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| yet another gallery tour |
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| masked recliner |
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