Hills of Feed
In the Adelaide Hills, I drive into a hotel complex. I drive up a hill lined with upmarket holiday bungalows, and reach the newly-built restaurant at the top.
This place is warm and homely, with an open fire.
The menu has a lot of $10 options, and of the rest, most of the items are steaks.
Long drive out here from the city. The place is by the beach, in the middle of nowhere. I could hear the waves crashing as I walked up to the restaurant.
There is no internet coverage here. I'm reduced to using "Notes" to type out my report tonight, like some primitive barbarian beating a rock against another rock. I tell the head waiter I have a booking for one.
Back at the Stirling Hotel, where I was a few days ago. Often, when there are two restaurants in one hotel, one will be subtly more-salubriously named than the other.
Right. This is a typical family pub. The bathroom tiles add appropriate ambience.
I scour the menu for something fancy, but only the steaks are above $20.
I used to live in Stirling, but I don't remember this place being as big as this. It's probably the largest typical two-storey pub/hotel I've been to.
After fifteen minutes of heavy city traffic, I escaped the city, for an endless drive through winding, dark, foggy roads that took an hour.
Another drive into the hills.
This place is a rather imposing house, on its own land. The place is a warren of rooms. I explore a little bit, and find the waitress.
I'm seated next to the fire. :)
I don't know what a jimmy is, but more than one of them have started a restaurant. If someone named Jimmy is the namesake of this restaurant, the name would typically be Jimmys or Jimmy's.