I forgot to say that on Saturday night in Hervey Bay we went to the most retro restaurant in the world. The hostess lady had one of those crazy 80s mullets which was about 2 inches long and backcombed into a frenzy on top, and reached her bum at the back not unlike this one, but longer. And real.
The decor was all a bit burgundy, with splashes of colour like that offered by those lovely moving waterfall pictures you can get, and some kind of fibre-optic buddha. As we ate we were serenaded by the croonings of the incomparable Jon Devlin and his keyboard, who had clearly found some discounted score of the greatest hits of Ronan Keating in the local op-shop.
To be fair the food was bloody good though.
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