330 George Street, Sydney
Reviewers present: Burger Bot, Joe Blogs
Time of review: Lunch
We kind of expected a dive inside (although I don't know why, especially after realising it was one of those la-di-da Merivale swankers) but we were surprised to find a cleaned-up raw-brick bar and dining room with an old country club vibe and royal castle touches. The walls are treated with wooden wall hangings and old paintings, the furniture looks like it might have been dug up from an old estate or garden shed and throughout the main room there are some ceiling-hanging plants to soften the bold brick.
Out back and down a flight of stairs we were excited to see a large pool or snooker table, leather couches along the wall and a grand looking decorative iron light fixture dangling above the pool table demanding attention. Also down here you'll find the ATM and, unfortunately, a sneaky pokie room hidden behind a frosted door. It's the room they want you to know exists, but don't want you to know that they want you to know.
Grandpa George's liquid refreshments
No Carton Draught here. We opted for a jug of Coopers "Green" (don't get us started on this ridiculous NSW Coopers Pale naming convention), which cost The Burger Bot an ouchy $17 (Bot, I owe you some cash). Also on tap you'll find Stella, Heineken, Becks, White Rabbit Dark Ale, a bunch of James Squires brews and on the tight-arse end, Tooheys Spew-balls, which is the cheapest of the jugs at $12.
Dinner in the den
"This place will be pretty bad [with city drunks] on A Friday evening", Burger Bot states just as he goes to order the grub (Bot, I also owe you for that too!). We ordered up the fish & chips (served with chips and tiny bowl of salad) and a steak sanga (served with potato chips). Both very substantial meals but with the price to show. The chips served with the fish were pretty bland and left my mouth asking, "are you going to do something in there?!"
Grandma, take me home
We don't know who this George is, or why he considers himself "Royal", but he sure does have a lot of old junk. "He Might consider himself a art collector but can't hang a straight picture", Bot says referring to the large portrait hanging above the pool table. The place has a character, but probably not a character we'd hang out with much. Thankfully Grandpa "Royal George" doesn't have that old man smell but imagine the old guy splashed with a tad of Old Spice, sitting in his big leather couch reading Catcher In the Rye (First Edition) with his knitted cardigan on and a pipe hanging from his mouth. You might find us around at Grandpa George's house playing pool in the downstairs area but we'd probably have to sneak our own beers in given the beer price.
Do it yourself!
In the case that you can't make it to the Royal George to experience it for yourself, we've put together this little recipe for creating your own version of it in 5 simple steps.
Website: merivale.com.au/theroyalgeorge
Reviewers present: Burger Bot, Joe Blogs
Time of review: Lunch
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| The front of Grandpa G's (with slightly tacky golden G) |
"Grandpa's garage leftovers made good again"
We kind of expected a dive inside (although I don't know why, especially after realising it was one of those la-di-da Merivale swankers) but we were surprised to find a cleaned-up raw-brick bar and dining room with an old country club vibe and royal castle touches. The walls are treated with wooden wall hangings and old paintings, the furniture looks like it might have been dug up from an old estate or garden shed and throughout the main room there are some ceiling-hanging plants to soften the bold brick.
Out back and down a flight of stairs we were excited to see a large pool or snooker table, leather couches along the wall and a grand looking decorative iron light fixture dangling above the pool table demanding attention. Also down here you'll find the ATM and, unfortunately, a sneaky pokie room hidden behind a frosted door. It's the room they want you to know exists, but don't want you to know that they want you to know.
Grandpa George's liquid refreshments
No Carton Draught here. We opted for a jug of Coopers "Green" (don't get us started on this ridiculous NSW Coopers Pale naming convention), which cost The Burger Bot an ouchy $17 (Bot, I owe you some cash). Also on tap you'll find Stella, Heineken, Becks, White Rabbit Dark Ale, a bunch of James Squires brews and on the tight-arse end, Tooheys Spew-balls, which is the cheapest of the jugs at $12.
Dinner in the den
"This place will be pretty bad [with city drunks] on A Friday evening", Burger Bot states just as he goes to order the grub (Bot, I also owe you for that too!). We ordered up the fish & chips (served with chips and tiny bowl of salad) and a steak sanga (served with potato chips). Both very substantial meals but with the price to show. The chips served with the fish were pretty bland and left my mouth asking, "are you going to do something in there?!"
Grandma, take me home
We don't know who this George is, or why he considers himself "Royal", but he sure does have a lot of old junk. "He Might consider himself a art collector but can't hang a straight picture", Bot says referring to the large portrait hanging above the pool table. The place has a character, but probably not a character we'd hang out with much. Thankfully Grandpa "Royal George" doesn't have that old man smell but imagine the old guy splashed with a tad of Old Spice, sitting in his big leather couch reading Catcher In the Rye (First Edition) with his knitted cardigan on and a pipe hanging from his mouth. You might find us around at Grandpa George's house playing pool in the downstairs area but we'd probably have to sneak our own beers in given the beer price.
Do it yourself!
In the case that you can't make it to the Royal George to experience it for yourself, we've put together this little recipe for creating your own version of it in 5 simple steps.
- Pull out some old garden tables and chairs, preferably marble top table, and set it up in your lounge room
- Hang a plant from your ceiling fan.
- Get out your mp3 player and stick on the feel-good-wanker playlist
- Serve up a massive steak sandwich with frozen oven chips, crap ones.
- Buy a carton of Coopers Pale Ale, serve it up in jugs and serve it up to your friends for $17. They'll thank you for it!
Website: merivale.com.au/theroyalgeorge
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