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Royal Hotel, Spring Ridge
Royal Hotel, Quirindi
We were targeting Quirindi for our next stop because I knew there was a Royal Hotel there that I had not captured, but the one we found at Spring Ridge on the way was a complete surprise.

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  1. Most rural hotels seem to be two-storied ... and usually the only storied building in town. I guess it's for accommodation upstairs and eating & drinking at street level.

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    1. Yes Dianne that is often the case. I can only assume for the reason you suggest.

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  2. Would it be your assessment that this would be the numerically paramount pub name in Australia? With perhaps Railway Hotel coming second?

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    1. I've updated today's post (which has another Royal) with the answer to this.

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