Forresters and Squatters Arms Hotel

The Squatters Arms was once a titty bar, but no more. Paul the charming fellow behind the bar may well show you his boobs, but I’d be a bit slow to ask him; I’d wait until he offered, and since it was such a cold day in Hell you may decide it’s something worth peeking at — otherwise — look some place else for that sort of thing because somehow the Squatters has managed to remain poker machine free and old school bar wise — one of the few and totally kick ass because of it. What an eclectic bar it is — they have a Facebook page, the Karaōke is on Wednesday night, Red Uncensored and Terri-​Louise Kelly may be reciting poetry on one night a month along with plenty of other local poets and there are bands on a Thursday and Sunday night.
You can get nosh a la pub for around ten dollars, nothing too fancy but it will fill your guts and the locals will fill your head full of fun stories and strange sayings. This is an old school pub with a decent drive through and a pretty good car park. There is an outdoor area for the smokers and you would go a long way to find such an easy going and chilled out venue that deals in rock and roll as well as poetry. I quite like it because it hasn’t got trendy, and it is not trying to get trendy. Who needs to be trendy when you have all the poets in Adelaide massing in the back room and waxing lyrical every few weeks — that says it all. Ever met a poet in a pub who didn’t have a full glass and an eye for another?