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White Rose Cafe

It was cold and wet and the whole train load made a bee line for the cafe opposite the railway station.  In no time there was moaning and groaning about the speed of service -- the city types clearly hadn't read the sign.  "We sell good food not fast food."


  1. Bloody city slickers ... grrrr ...

    Now look at that fabulous counter ...

    What do you mean about the Dunedoo train trip? Ooo ... a teaser ...

  2. Memory lane thanks. White marble table tops?

  3. Wanderer, no white table tops, and eclectic mix of antique tables.

    Julie, not so much the train trip as the destination.

  4. Looks like a great spot to wait!! Thanx for visiting my blog!!
    Happy travels...

  5. That counter IS fabulous.
    And so are those floor tiles.
    I love the muted tones.
    And was the food good?

  6. Letty, we only had coffee and a biscuit.

  7. Bet they'd make a mean mixed grill!


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