"Been there since 1912," Chuck says, " an absolute classic: oysters, crabs, lots of great commentary from the family behind the bar ... 22 cherished seats ... about 70-90 years old…. many winemakers from the Tasman have been there on my account and the smiles afterwards are priceless…. Should you ever venture here, one of the first places I would take you to."
Chuck, whom I've never met, but admire, was miffed by my recent spray about foreign experts coming to judge Australian wine shows to tell us how to make wine and how much we should expect to be paid for it. Read his response right here.
My original story is here.
As most of my my Stateside friends seem embarrassed and apologetic at the President their countryfolk somehow elected, I understand their prickly response to my piece about locking foreign colonialist winers out when Trump was doing the same to all those Islamic folks who don't drink ethanol. Jesus it's complex. But in my case, that bit was not deliberate.
Just to prove some credentials, which is not at all necessary, here's Chuck, a top honest writer, harder at work (note Royal medal for bravery):