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Published February 28th 2014
Old habits die hard, and the Sunday Sesh is alive and rockin
I stumbled across a classic Sunday Sesh last weekend at the Broadbeach Tavern. It was 3pm, I'd missed lunch, and my favourite cafes had shut. Then I remembered someone saying the cheap steak meals at the Broadie were pretty good, so I thought I'd give it a go.
I easily found a park in Charles Street and went off in search of lunch. I headed straight to the lounge bar and ordered the rump steak (with salad and chips), and was delighted to find the $12 meal deal included a frosty pot glass of the best Northern beer. I added pepper gravy to the steak for an extra $2, plonked down at a nearby table, and happily downed the coldie. It had been a long day.
Then I realised the music was live, and the Knights of Columbus were pumping out a string of classic favourites. This talented duo played covers from Pink Floyd to Cold Chisel, with vocals and guitar solos that literally sent goose-bumps up my arms.
Wow, what an afternoon. Oh yeah, BTW, the BBQ rump steak was pretty good too. Just what the doctor ordered.
Sunday Sessions are iconic Queensland culture at its best, no irony intended. Rewind to the 1970s when pubs were open on Sundays for two short hours, morning and afternoon.
The morning session was irreverently referred to as 'going to church'. It generally occurred around lunchtime, so many pubs started serving outdoor BBQ lunches in their sprawling beer gardens. The steaks and wooden kegs at the 'Brekky Creek'became synonymous with Brisbane, and the prawn platters at the Redland Bay pub were as popular as their jugs of beer. Inevitably, there was someone strumming a guitar, but the afternoon 'sesh' was when you rocked your socks off.
These 2-hour drink-a-thons appealed to different crowds. Families and daggy uber-casual clobber was normal in the morning, but most were dressed-to-impress in the afternoon as there was very little else to do after the pubs shut at 6. After-parties were the go, and many a Monday morning was missed.
Fast forward to 2014, and those party animals are now heading for retirement, but they'll quickly tell you that they're not dead yet! If they're lucky, the nests are empty, so it's time to have some funů and even better if they can have a feed, down a cold beer (or a Chardy), bop to some classic rock, and find a chair to plant those weary bones.
The spirit of the Sunday Sesh is alive and well, and it now takes many forms, but original classics are tough to beat.