**The Sandringham has now been renovated and looks like the swankiest thing on the block. The clientele is noticeably younger and the music nights? Well, I haven't seen them around. They do have great pizza specials during the weekdays and a cute little courtyard to smoke and stare at the stars in. A full review will be coming soon.
On the outside, this dingy looking pub looks like something you'd have to douse yourself in santisier in before and after you enter. Looks can be deceiving, though not this time. Inside, it's dark, dingy, is filled with cronies from the days of olde and in truth, is nothing spectacular. There is a main seated area out front near the bar, a teeny little courtyard that could turn you claustrophobic and on the left is what is the bistro, though could probably be better described as the kitchen. It's a small little thing. The menus are even smaller. Flimbsy bits of paper detail what's on the menu. Pub grub and that's it. Basically steak and chips, sandwiches, wedges, spag bol and the like. If it's deep fried, you'll find it here.
It takes me a while to choose what to eat. There isn't anything appealing at all. I settle on a steak sandwich. Seemingly harmless. It puts me back $6.50. Another harmless endeavour. The lady behind the counter is nice, chatty and easy going.
There are no buzzers or numbers. Just memory. My meal is served on a tiny little plate, it smells delicious though looks nothing more than what you could get off a fundraising bbq. There's no cutlery in sight so I used the good old paws. I polish the sandwich off, it tastes healthy enough and I'm satisfied. Will I return. Only if I'm brave.
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