Rose Shamrock Hotel

Well, there are some places that are referred to as ‘Grab-​a-​granny’ however the Rose Shamrock has a slight variation to that — if you’re not careful the granny will actually grab you. I’m not talking about some woman that is something like 20 years older than you, but more like 40 or 50, but dressed as if this was getting ready to go out to some teenie-​bopper joint and rave with the best of us. Okay, that only happened once, but to some people once is enough, so let that be a warning.
As for this pub, it isn’t all that bad, and I’ve been here a few times, namely because the tram stops outside and it is walking distance, sort of, from my old house. Mind you, it’s basically another one of your Woolworths pubs — you know with the pokie machines, drive-​thru bottleshop (BWS of course), and cheap food et al. Still the frontage looks quite nice, and it isn’t the rowdiest of pubs that I’ve been to, and if you are lucky, and I mean really lucky, you may actually encounter somebody having an intellectual conversation.
Oh, and despite the name, it’s not an Irish Pub.