On the few occasions I've ventured into this dreary place, I've left wondering how it could possibly turn a profit, before realising just how lucrative poker machines really are. The bars are tended by some rather unhappy looking individuals whose enthusiasm died long ago, and a quick glance around will show you why. The place offers nothing more than a variety of gambling outlets for some tired old souls to punt their pensions away, with any semblance of livelihood restricted to the occasional computer-generated loudspeaker: "Another statewide jackpot has just been won".
Something for the dedicated punters (source - official website)
Determined to salvage something from the night of our most recent endeavour, we went upstairs to the "Brasserie", formerly known as the bistro. What was once a thriving family environment with great value roasts has now been reduced to a poorly staffed, poorly serviced affair, with neither quality nor value.
The menu consists of one printed black-and-white sheet of paper for the whole table, where you are required to insert a number next to the over-priced meals to indicate how many of these your table desires. No waiter, no recommendations, no one to take any requests should you so require. Instead, you fill your form in a manner you would expect at the RTA, and wait, very patiently, for your meals to arrive. Two of my friends ordered steaks, one rare, the other medium well done, and the end results had no differences whatsoever, both being well over-cooked. While sparing you the disappointing details of the whole dining experience, I must give credit where it is due and say that their glasses of water were up to scratch.
The Brasserie (source - official website)
Back downstairs, I found myself lamenting the lost potential for a decent makeover when the new smoking laws took place some years back. Instead, the stakeholders have clearly opted for profit potential over character, filling the place with - you guessed it - more pokies. I must say they've done a great job respecting the legacy of the diggers by reaping such lucrative profits from their surviving comrades, at the going down of the sun, and in the morning.