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11. Cafes


I am not a fine dining person, but I love a cafe, especially an old fashioned gem in a country town.

This is the White Rose Cafe at Dunedoo, NSW.

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  1. I love these country mid-century cafes. They're like little time machines.

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  2. We sell good food
    not fast food


    That's a sign I like to see.

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    1. Yeh isn't great. That day there were quite a lot of city folk in the cafe and boy were they grumbling about the length of service.

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  3. Show me a white table-cloth and sparkling silver, and I run a mile.

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    1. Oh yes ... me too ... even though I love sparkling silver, shiny crystal and fine dinner plates, even a starched and ironed white linen cloth ... but only at home.

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