We were transfixed as we sensed the potential as we moved into an extended part of the diningroom in which tables and benches remained with masses of paint brushes, pots, paints, old magazines and books littered its surface. An attractive old creamer sat in its corner with a side table beyond. Both were painted in a deep green with red and white flowers completing the Bavarian look. As we gazed out of the windows, an overgrown garden stretched out amongst the backdrop of the skyscrapers of the Gold Coast below. There were led further...
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Monday, October 18, 2010
Bavarian Hut Restaurant
The look of shocked disbelief passed as we entered through the door of the restaurant. Cottage tables and chairs were still placed ready for diners...but all was quiet at the Bavarian Hut. The place felt eerily abandoned with oil paintings and plates still adorning the walls.

A decorative meat grinder sat on the timber bar and lace ruffles lined the tops of the windows. A large wood burner sat resolutely in the centre of the room and timber panelling gave character to its adjoining bright blue walls.
We were transfixed as we sensed the potential as we moved into an extended part of the diningroom in which tables and benches remained with masses of paint brushes, pots, paints, old magazines and books littered its surface. An attractive old creamer sat in its corner with a side table beyond. Both were painted in a deep green with red and white flowers completing the Bavarian look. As we gazed out of the windows, an overgrown garden stretched out amongst the backdrop of the skyscrapers of the Gold Coast below. There were led further...
We were transfixed as we sensed the potential as we moved into an extended part of the diningroom in which tables and benches remained with masses of paint brushes, pots, paints, old magazines and books littered its surface. An attractive old creamer sat in its corner with a side table beyond. Both were painted in a deep green with red and white flowers completing the Bavarian look. As we gazed out of the windows, an overgrown garden stretched out amongst the backdrop of the skyscrapers of the Gold Coast below. There were led further...
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