We were in Thargo last week. For the uninitiated that's Thargomindah - see map. You'll have to click to enlarge it, unless your eyes are better than mine.
After the day's work was over, we looked around for somewhere to have some tucker. Usually, we head for either the pub or the motel, but it was State of Origin night. If I'd been on my own, I probably would have eaten out, but because I was with my bride - and after a warning our hosts that it can get a bit torrid (especially if Queensland are losing) we elected to sup in our cabin.
This of course called for a tipple of some kind, so I wandered off to the pub to see what was available. When I asked for Shiraz, the woman serving me looked doubtful, but said she'd go out the back and have a look.
She was gone a while, and eventually returned with a dusty looking bottle with an indeterminate label, but the words "Shiraz" and numbers "2006" were there somewhere.
Given it was the only Shiraz available, choice was easy. When I asked the price, she said
"You can have it mate - it's a sample".
Anywhere else but Thargo, and I wouldn't have believed it, but that's par for the course out there. As I've said before, the further west you go, the saner the world gets.
It was OK. See before -
And after -
5 comments:
A NSW red at that....
They produce better plonk than they do footballers.
I remember in the Warrego Hotel in Cunamulla that I would some absolute gems in their wine section in the cool room that had been bought years before but found few takers. I got an old vine grenache that was punchy like few I have tried since and some really peppery shiraz drops that had aged nicely in the surprisingly controlled conditions - but then you do have to store the beer properly as well!
Also got some great port that was drunk while sitting in a wading pool in a mates backyard on a crisp winter evening with the hot water from the bore flowing into the pool and about six girls and blokes in the impromptu outback steam bath
Grendel
Sounds like you had a good time in the Southwest.....
My first job, a long way from home and no ties. . .
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