Thursday, 16 July 2009

This is a story of how two clueless people naively thought that they could tackle a simple lunch. A classic tale of how the eyes are always bigger than your stomach. But from the beginning…
I have to say the food in Hunter Valley never fails to impress…even if it gets a little unimaginative after days of eating similar food - modern Australian, modern French, modern European, café fare. If you’re a little over it, then maybe getting down and dirty with the Irish might be the change you're looking for.

In our case, after a couple of days we’re really hankering for some simple pub food and a cold pint. Harrigan’s Irish Pub is in the heart of Pokolbin just down the road from tourist favourite Hunter Valley Gardens. Mother Nature even co-operated on this day by giving us a perfect blue sky and a touch of warmth for a lazy alfresco lunch.


The outdoor tables here are immensely sticky, obviously as a result of many nights of drunken shenanigans and inebriated grog spillage. I can’t imagine what was lurking beneath the booze veneer so with elbows off the table, we set about ordering from a sheet that you fill out yourself and take over to the register inside the restaurant.

We give the Harrigan’s own beer straight from the tap a try, which The Captain gives a resounding thumbs up to. He loved it so much that he trotted straight to the adjoining liquor store to see if they were selling cases of it. But sadly for him, Harrigan’s own brew is only available off the tap from the pub itself. The Captain even tried to persuade the barman to let him take a keg of it home to no avail!

Without a moment’s hesitation, I ticked the Beef and Guinness Pie with mash and steamed vegetables. My first sign of failure was my wide-eyed look as I faced off with a giant mound of mash and broccoli that resembled mini mausoleums. I consider myself to have a healthy appetite but never at lunch and daylight. My stomach works best at night.

The chunks of steak unfortunately, were a bit tough and chewy. No doubt Harrigan’s weren’t slow-cooking the stew long enough, which is essential for melt-in-your-mouth tender meat. The unmistakable bitterness of the Guiness was ragingly present but personally I would’ve preferred it a little sweeter such as the one I made for St. Patrick’s Day. Luckily food always tastes better with a mound of creamy potato mash.

The Captain’s Irish Bangers and Mash is much better and oh so comforting. This just screams perfect winter dish and when washed down with a pint of Irish brew, the world suddenly doesn’t seem so bad. At this point, my stomach was reaching its limit and failure was imminent. And I haven’t even got to our humble side of fries yet!


Yes, those damn never-ending plate of fries. We naively thought it’d be a nice side dish to complement our hearty mains and as an extra starchy implement to eat our mash. Little did we realise that the humble plate of fries was blown up to massive satellite-dish sized proportions. If I was a little scared of broccoli mausoleums, imagine my trepidation with this whole plate of fries! This was not a place for the carb conscious!

Our beginning effort to plough through our lunch was valiant as we slowly ate through the fries that we ordered with gravy and aioli. We felt like we ate a months worth yet the plate still looked full! Our effort soon turned pitiful and embarrassingly we had to quietly push away the never-ending plate of fries along with my unfinished main before hotfooting out of there with our tails firmly between our legs. And before anybody saw our pitiful attempt. Our retreat saw us drowning our sorrows with a couple more pints of Harrigan's brew in the pub area.
Never underestimate the Irish. That was our lesson of the day.



Harrigan’s Irish Pub & Accommodation
Hunter Valley Gardens, Broke Road
Pokolbin, NSW, 2320
(02) 4998 4300
Breakfast from 7.30 to 10.00am
Lunch and dinner from 12 to 9.30pm
Pub opens from 10am to late every day
Served by Karen @ Citrus and Candy at 7/16/2009
Tagged Irish, Regional NSW, Road Trip
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5 Coffee Breaks:
Heh what a funny post. The photos are stunning too, by the way!
Oh, you city slickers, used to your tiny servings on big white plates...
You are right, though, the dishes don't look that big. Maybe you should have put a keg or something beside it for comparison?
The usually unpretty dish of bangers and mash looks well, less unpretty. Looks like a great meal though.
Thought the beef and guiness could have done with a little work though. The pastry looks like it was tacked on as an after-thought.
I don't get the wisdom behind "turf accountant".
I drove past this place! Only to skip it and have cheese and a BBQ chicken at tempus two instead. I think I should have gone into this pub though, the bangers n mash looks amazing.
Hi Y - *smile* thanks lovely xx
Hi Belle - I assure you it's not that! I hate 'little food' on big plates myself! I do have a big appetite...just not in the day lol
Hi Simon - Ummm...perhaps you'll see the hidden meaning of Turf Accountant after a few Irish pints?
Hi Howard - well hoped that Tempus Two meal made up for it :) At least you'll have somewhere to go when you return to the valley!
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