He who has not been at a tavern knows not what a paradise it is. O holy tavern! O miraculous tavern! holy, because no carking cares are there, nor weariness, nor pain; and miraculous, because of the spits, which themselves turn round and round! Pietro Aretino

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“Did you hear about the dyslexic agnostic insomniac who stays up all night wondering if there really is a Dog?” — Unknown

FOTO – CROWN HOTEL CLARENCE NSW

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