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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."

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  1. JulieDecember 4, 2010 at 11:08 AM

    Bloody city slickers ... grrrr ...

    Now look at that fabulous counter ...

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

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  2. wandererDecember 4, 2010 at 11:49 AM

    Memory lane thanks. White marble table tops?

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  3. Joan ElizabethDecember 4, 2010 at 3:37 PM

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

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

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  4. Red Nomad OZDecember 4, 2010 at 3:42 PM

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

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  5. freefallingDecember 4, 2010 at 5:20 PM

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

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  6. Joan ElizabethDecember 4, 2010 at 8:59 PM

    Letty, we only had coffee and a biscuit.

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  7. UnknownDecember 5, 2010 at 4:18 AM

    The counter is fantastic!

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  8. SusanDecember 5, 2010 at 11:49 PM

    Bet they'd make a mean mixed grill!

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