Gunning for Gundaroo
August 28th 2008 04:31
Gunning for Gundaroo
No. Gundaroo is not a bleak, grey, cold town in the north of Scotland, just managing to squeeze a quick twenty minutes of sunshine in between haggis at lunch and scones for afternoon tea. In fact, it’s the exact opposite.
Situated halfway between Goulburn and Canberra, Gundaroo is a small colonial village dating back to the early 1800’s when squatters looking for a place to park their sheep decided that this remote area way out west, miles and miles from the thriving, filthy metropolis of Sydney Town, was as good a place as any.
Today Gundaroo is one of the best-kept secrets in NSW. The colonial era buildings have been restored perfectly, retaining a sense of originality and avoiding the crassly twee roses-in-the-front-yard renovations typically found in Ye Olde Sydney Town reconstructions. This is the real deal.
Across from the original town store is the Gundaroo Library and Literary Institute- a one-room house filled with dusty relics of a bygone era. Sally Paskins store is a testimony to the once-thriving country outpost with old newspapers from the 1800’s plastered along the inside walls as a 19th century form of insulation. Well before the days of global warming.
But the real gem of the town is the Cork Street Café. Walk down the little dirt driveway to the old police station at the end and take a seat either at the long wooden benches in the outside courtyard or at one of the tables inside what were once the stables. What you will find is the best pizza in NSW.
The dough is made fresh in the front of the shop and cooked in an wood fire oven for the perfect finish. The salads are fantastic and the cakes are to die for.
But the real reason for coming to the Cork Street Café is to go to the toilet. Situated in the old police lock-up, the little girl’s and boy’s room is an outhouse previously used to lock up Gundaroo's baddies and has one of the largest keyholes on the Australian continent. Just pray you haven’t done anything wrong and you just might be lucky enough to get out in a day or two.
No. Gundaroo is not a bleak, grey, cold town in the north of Scotland, just managing to squeeze a quick twenty minutes of sunshine in between haggis at lunch and scones for afternoon tea. In fact, it’s the exact opposite.
Situated halfway between Goulburn and Canberra, Gundaroo is a small colonial village dating back to the early 1800’s when squatters looking for a place to park their sheep decided that this remote area way out west, miles and miles from the thriving, filthy metropolis of Sydney Town, was as good a place as any.
Today Gundaroo is one of the best-kept secrets in NSW. The colonial era buildings have been restored perfectly, retaining a sense of originality and avoiding the crassly twee roses-in-the-front-yard renovations typically found in Ye Olde Sydney Town reconstructions. This is the real deal.
Across from the original town store is the Gundaroo Library and Literary Institute- a one-room house filled with dusty relics of a bygone era. Sally Paskins store is a testimony to the once-thriving country outpost with old newspapers from the 1800’s plastered along the inside walls as a 19th century form of insulation. Well before the days of global warming.
But the real gem of the town is the Cork Street Café. Walk down the little dirt driveway to the old police station at the end and take a seat either at the long wooden benches in the outside courtyard or at one of the tables inside what were once the stables. What you will find is the best pizza in NSW.
The dough is made fresh in the front of the shop and cooked in an wood fire oven for the perfect finish. The salads are fantastic and the cakes are to die for.
But the real reason for coming to the Cork Street Café is to go to the toilet. Situated in the old police lock-up, the little girl’s and boy’s room is an outhouse previously used to lock up Gundaroo's baddies and has one of the largest keyholes on the Australian continent. Just pray you haven’t done anything wrong and you just might be lucky enough to get out in a day or two.
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