Captain's log: on why we won't stop winning "Ok google, what is the best steak in Bowral?"
Scottish Arms hotel comes up in top 3. 20 mins drive, East Bowral. Suburban section, family restaurant. Knight's theme on the menu. Sign me up.
Food is not cheap, plenty of families, and mid 40s pokerstars polo is holding a raffle to raise money for the local hockey club with 15x meat trays up for grabs.
I choose a 300g rump cooked rare with mushroom sauce, baeceghost gets twice cooked crispy pork belly with rice and beans cos why wouldn't you go to a scottish themed pub kitchen and order #chinesefood#soulfood
Steak was exactly what I needed and pork belly crackling was hard to cut into but cooked to maximum delicious. Food in Bowral must be consistent cos the produce is so gdlk. What a fucking time to be alive.
Meanwhile, of the 20 tickets I purchased, they call the first one, and I instantly win a meat tray. It was great, and then 2 picks later, I win another meat tray. "Hol' up" I am flattered and ask the MC to redraw. I proceed to ask him to redraw 2 more times. It is becoming ridiculous, sometimes I win even when it doesn't matter. So you take refuse the prize with grace #headexploding#runninghighfivepastthejury#luckbox
Really though, I'm out of town, inefficient to take any meat tray.. so we ended up giving it to our airbnb host and she is genuinely chuffed because maugers butchers are esteemed as high class in Bowral. #morewinning
The restaurant has spears on the wall on top of a fireplace and there are 2 braveheart posters hanging outside the bathrooms.
After thanking pokerstars plus friends for the prizes, we leave. As we do, this group of geris thank us for asking to redraw so they could win a prize and old betty crocker remarks jokingly that we're the luckiest couple.
I reply that isn't the first time someone has told us today.