When we pulled up at the pub, we parked in front of a ute with a large cage on the back. Several rather impressive pig-dogs stared out from it at us as we passed.
Erin and Vaughan waited outside while Nick and I entered the building.
The barmaid, like the dogs, was neither welcoming or encouraging! Nick has since dubbed her "the crankiest barmaid in the West" and while I thought her attitude might have been in reaction to us as tourists, it seems even the semi-regulars don't fare much better! (Various Yowah-ites agreed whole-heartedly with Nick's description when we related the story).
Lunch was definitely "off" and we were somewhat sorry we had enquired as to the possibility!
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