There’s a beautiful little family-owned winery out on Gomersal Road. It’s called Pindarie and it sits on a slight hill and offers a magnificent view of the western edge of the Barossa Valley.
Pindarie serves a delicious Aussie lunch. Jamie usually orders a chickpea pie and I get one that’s filled with chicken and lemon. Patch, the winery dog, wanders purposefully from table to table in search of scraps and scratches. The winery also hosts occasional sunset dinners on warm summer evenings. There’s nothing better than dining on the wide veranda as warm breezes waft across the property.
That’s the good news. The bad news is that Pindarie constantly sent me promotional emails while we were locked out of the country for the last two years. Covid or not, Pindarie moved on. Every time they sent me one of these emails I replied with an email that said, ”You’re killin’ me. My mouth starts watering every time I hear from you.”
We finally had a warm, sunny day so Jamie and I headed there for lunch. As soon as we walked in the front door, the friendly woman who runs the kitchen came out to the front desk. Her face lit up. ”You’re back,” she exclaimed. ”You’re finally back.”
It’s very early Spring here in the Barossa so everything is green and fresh but that will soon change. When summer arrives the entire Barossa Valley transforms into a Southern Hemisphere doppelgänger for our former home in San Luis Obispo.
Now let’s revisit the headline on this story: ”No ifs or ands, but a couple of cute butts.” We were lunching at Pindarie one day several years ago and two sets of parents were seated at the next table. While they dined, their two young boys romped around the lawn in front of the restaurant.
”Hey, mum!” one hollered. ”Hey, dad!” the other one cried. As soon as the got their parents’ attention they both turned and dropped trow. And, luckily, it happened just as Jamie snapped off a photo of the two cheeky little tykes. It’s one of her all-time favorite photos.
We congratulate these parents. It’s good to see that they have done such an excellent job of passing on the important Aussie traditions.
A bloody Aussie ” Brown eye”!! Never done one myself. But never say never. Dementia works in mysterious ways.
Patrons of the “Swallows” bar in San Juan Capistrano used to line up along the Amtrak line and regularly moon the train passengers. Unfortunately, the authorities “cracked” down on those displays.
I bet they were the butt of a lot of jokes.
Lucky Jamie didn’t get arrested for taking that photo 🤪
Never thought of it that way.