Queenslander In Melbourne Feels Weird Visiting Pub That Doesn’t Look Like A Medium-Sized Shopping Centre

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A Queenslander currently visiting Melbourne for tonight's State Of Origin match is currently experiencing a mild sensation of claustrophobia.

This feeling is common for Queenslanders travelling interstate, particularly when they feel like having a beer.

Ando Glenella (36, Heavy Rigid Machinery Sales) says it felt like the walls were a bit close when he popped into a pub round the corner of the bed and breakfast that the missus booked on the internet.

As someone who’s done his fair share of drinking in a vast array of Central and North Queensland breweries, Ando isn’t necessarily rocked by the culture clash between schooners and pints. The way he sees it, pints are appropriate in the cold country, and inappropriate in the heat,

However, the idea that he was able to find a pub ‘around the corner’ is a bit foreign to him.

“Not only that” he reckons.

“But the joint couldn’t have been bigger than 200 square metres”

“Felt like a newsagent, not a pub”

Like most Queenslanders, Ando is not familiar with the idea of a ‘local’ – unless you’re talking about a local ‘tavern’ – which usually looks like a medium sized shopping centre and is just as air-conditioned.

This is because Queensland’s interpretation of ‘local watering hole’ changed dramatically in the 1980s, after the State Government brought in laws that only gave bottle shop licenses to existing licensed venues. Overnight, the Woolworths and Coles duopoly bought every sleepy corner pub in the state and flipped them into alcohol grocery stores like Liquorland and Thirsty Camel.

Some of these pub-killers even relocated their new bottle shops down the street and sold the old hotels to property developers who went on to repurpose them as apartment buildings with florists underneath. Under Sir Joh, most pubs were just torn down because nobody really gave a fuck about heritage listings back then.

That’s why any Queenslander under 60 cannot really remember drinking in a pub like the one Ando just walked into.

“The fucks going on here?!” he asks the bartender of the Workers Hotel in Fitzroy.

“Where are the machines?”

"Where's the airpot lounge style bistro?"

“You’re telling me I can just take this thing out onto the street and sit in one of those chairs?”

“Thought I’d seen it all”