DeeKnow’s Grotto

Pederson was out with the girls on Friday night and it was looking like a stay-at-home and thrash the Playstation evening for me until I got a timely reply from Vike about watching the rugger. I suggested we head on down to the Dinsey to get a good dose of public-bar parochialism which the Dinsdale is normally reliably able to deliver

Sure enough we get in the door and its practically standing-room only. A couple of jugs of Waikato over the bar, a quick scout around the room and we secure the last couple of bar stools near the back of the room sharing the table with some locals who'd clearly got a head-start on the drinkin front.

The Crusaders vs Hurricanes game kicked off just as we settled onto our seats and the bar was a buzz with customer commentary, feedback and abuse for the players, and supporters alike. Our table-mates introduced themselves during the game and it turned out a couple were Wellington supporters. They started off boistrously confident but with the onset of the Southern onslaught they became less interested in the rugger and more keen on the drinkin.

Our new mates got friendlier and mate-ier as the game went on and by the end of the match Vike and I had decided to settle in a little ourselves, ending up staying on until closing, with us making all sorts of promises about returning to the Dinsey as soon as possible. We were pretty much the last to be thrown out unceremoniously onto the wintry footpath to stagger back along the street to Newcastle manor.

Jeeze it was hard case. Bloody great fun.

Despite moving into the neighbourhood 3 months ago Kym and I have hardly been near the place, in fact we went there more times before we moved to Dinsdale than we've done since that time. Things may have to change.

11:49:55 PM