Around the World in 100 Pubs

Like a decent work of art the Tele changes under different lights and different days. Wednesday night is rambunctious and loud. The uni students come out from their decrepit share-house hovels. They look under-age but drink with complete and utter abandon. The steins are dirt-cheap and the chicken parmies even dirtier and cheaper. Friday is an older more white-collar crowd – even some suits here and there. Whilst Saturday night is deafening and full to the brim. You’ll no doubt hear a cover band playing Bon Jovi, and it’s fitting because the Tele is like Bon Jovi – aged and leathery with a shaggy blond mullet, it rocks, and is an incessant crowd pleaser. http://www.telehotel.com.au/

As we walked through the doors a storm began. A bloke at the bar asked if we were sheltering from the storm or actually there to have a beer. I was unsure if he was trying to quote Bob Dylan or if he didn’t like our type. The room was dim and a bluegrass band, drowned out by the rain pelting the roof, strummed ditties from another time. The old-duck at the bar served us beer in jam jars and cooked our burgers at the same time. The toilet wouldn’t flush and a foul smelling sticky substance dripped from the roof. When we sat at our table a river started flowing at our feet – the storm was encroaching and I wouldn’t have been surprised if the whole establishment drifted away around us. Ice cold beer never drank so good. http://dinosnashville.com/