Despite the miserable weather for the most part, the long weekend was a good one. Saturday night I had a birthday celebration for one of my best friends. I could have literally rolled out of The Tilbury Hotel, post dinner. The food was exceptional. Zucchini flowers for entree and baked snapper, baby beets and crispy roasted potatoes for the main. Followed by a superb meringue coated sponge for dessert. Absolutely delicious. A fun night was had, with lovely friends.
On Sunday, we took a drive down to Bowral for the day. The highlands air, crisp and fresh and wintery. A positively beautiful part of the world. Our lunch was a rather drawn out and amusing experience. After eventually finding a table in the busy Bowral Hotel, we promptly ordered our meals and settled in with a drink. Angus as happy as a pig in mud, with the kid's playroom, Felix snoozing soundly in his pram. It was chaotic in that little pub, patrons squeezing onto every last table and chair available. We waited eagerly for our food... and waited... and waited. One hour and twenty minutes went by, before the buzzer sounded. And when I went to retrieve our dishes... I was informed that mine had run out and I could either re-order an alternative or have my money back. But a hungry belly needs food, not refunds, so I chose another option... and we waited some more. Almost two hours after our initial order, we ate. I have never witnessed anything quite so bizarre as the disorganisation in that pub and there were many unhappy customers and stressed out staff members. We found it entertaining though, in a Fawlty Towers kind of way. The boys were content, Scott and I enjoyed the time to catch up properly and it was a good excuse to spend three lazy hours on a Sunday afternoon, all toasty and warm... and together.
All photos from The Tilbury Hotel... unfortunately no shots of our Bowral adventure.