Year Two Day Nineteen - That Place in Carnarvon

Dear all, 

We were back up at the cottage and after a day hauling junk ready for another dump run, we were sad to see that Jay and Anita at The Firehouse, (our fave spot: http://www.firehouseresort.com) were closed for the evening but we were starving after such a big day of action and Darren suggested trying out the local eatery in nearby Carnarvon instead..

The restaurant is know as 'That Place in Carnavon' (makes giving directions very easy) and is at the heart of the 'down town' area (A Cross-Roads housing a gas station, convenience store, bowling alley and 'That Place') all looking over Mirror Lake.  http://www.thatplaceincarnarvon.com

 I must say, I liked everything about it immediately; the decor, the vibe and the smell of food comin out from the kitchen was instantly appealing. Darren and I made a beeline for the bar and menu; The first thing that caught my eye was the Perch and I couldn't ignore the calling so, on Darren's advice, I went for the Perch dinner.

I am frustrated that I didn't take more photos but in all honesty, we were too busy chatting, tucking into a heavenly cold lager and guzzling down our fabulous feast! 

The perch dinner was very good; it came with a 'never-ending' salad bar ( that even had an 'Olive' section * hurray*), was piping hot, flavorsome, fresh and delicious. I opted for the baked potato ( that ended up coming home with us along with a piece of fish) and freshly cooked vegetables. I loved it. Darren had the burger; It was awesome and the fries were crisp and very more-ish. 

A total treasure and great find. That Place at Carnarvon is wonderful! 

And in other news:

1. We had a most extraordinary experience today when driving up to the cottage and it coincided with me telling about that awful accident on Highway 400 when a farmer lost all his pigs to the motor-way when his trailer door opened whilst driving at 100km/ hour [very sad and imagine how frightening to see multiple pigs flying out the back of a truck]. 

Anyway... we were driving leisurely along highway 11 and suddenly realized that there was a road block up ahead with several flustered looking young gents running around chasing what looked like  *dramatic pause*  a cow. We passed by rather puzzled and then 100 metres up the road spotted a *cow* trailer, on the hard shoulder, and could almost hear the driver beating his fist against the dash board from our truck. Yes folks, the cow had come flying out of the truck and was now galloping down highway 11 at top [cow] speed! I mentioned to Darren (horse sense) that that cow was not going back near that truck/ near that farmer/ near any human or truck for a long, long time....