On the Local

One of the pre-requisites for a Crusty dwelling is a pub within 250 meters. The last dwelling was neatly positioned 150 meters from the Narrabeen RSL, which is the "Friendliest Little Pub on the Peninsula" (this actually translates into the most parochial, provincial, and if you ain't one of the locals then don't expect all that much friendliness, little redneck club on the peninsula). Mind you, once we got the Coopers Ale stocked behind the bar, it could have been a gay bikie bar for all I care. Oh and speaking of gay bikies - a big shout out to Blakey. And completely unrelated to bikies, hello to Carly, Scottie, Ad's, Stretch, Pete, Azza ... and all the others that put up with my shenanigans during the Narrabeen era.

To be fair, I am aware that it is very unlikely that I will ever again strike such gold of having sport on cable, Coopers and punting within 2 blocks of my home.

So imagine my surprise when I discover that my apartment is in fact two blocks from an establishment of drinking!

My new local is the Claypot Frog.

I kid you not.

When I tried to ask what is the significance of the name, I am told "seafood cabana bar". Interesting. Not sure I would have classified a frog as seafood, but there you go.

The Clay Frog serves Guinness and has a spectacular water view.

Of a twenty foot wide sewage drain.

Which is mainly empty.

So really the Cement Frog has a view of a dirty puddle, or as it would be described from where I hail: a crick.

But they serve Guinness. And have a TV. And $3 meals. So I'm giving the Ceramic Frog high marks: 7 out of 10. Gold.