The big lunch
August 11th 2009 01:42
It was like this.... my good mate "Grumpy" invited me to join him and others at a function organised by the famous "Deerstalkers" Venison and Wine lunch club. This fine organisation has a lunch every couple of months at different venues around Sydney which are selected and organised by any member who cares to do so. Sir James Hardy the well know sailor and wine maker is the Patron. The club motto is "Hell Bent on Going No Where". There is a club song which is sung at regular intervals as called for by the Sergeant at Arms and requires one to stand and finish with the chant "Have another drink on me!" Fines are regularly metered out for imaginary offences as called by any member on one another. The money goes to charity. Needless to say there are no females at these lunches. I think you are getting the idea. Very, very blokes'. And a lot of fun. Last Friday the chosen venue was a pub in the city. "Sweeneys". Hmmm. The member who selected it probably wishes he hadn't. This is a Men's club. Beef. Beer. Wine. Laughs. Unfortunately the food was sort of Thai. And a buffet! At a lunch club? No, no, no. It wasn't the best meal by a long way. Could have been the worst Thai I've ever had. Where was the men's food when you wanted it? Mind you the wines were excellent. We had a very nice tasting of an aged Hunter Valley Semillion 99. Very full, good body and surprisingly dry. This was followed by its younger sister. Amazing what a bit of bottle age can do isn't it. The a wine guessing competition. The usual questions. If you got it right you go to stay standing 'till there was a winner who won a bottle of wine as a prize. As you would expect. For the curious it was a Shiraz, Hunter Valley and 03. You could taste the Hunter Valley mud in it. No, thank you for asking, I didn't win. The table wines were excellent so we got stuck into those. The company was good and the humour flourished even tho...... are the venue. Right over my shoulder the wall paper had all peeled off. Above my head there were two big holes in the ceiling. In fact there were holes everywhere. This place hadn't seen any maintenance for about let me see at a rough guess 50 years. What a joint! A rough pub in a wonderful part of the city at the back of Town Hall. At the show of hands as to should we return not one person voted for it. Well the company was good, the wines were good, their pub brew draft beer was good so all was not lost. A bus home and then a good nights sleep. Now, when's the next one?
Cheers
Chris
Cheers
Chris
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