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While in Hobart I was at a camper park

and called a cab to go eat. Asked the cabby for a great place to go and said that because of the airline strike there were no people visiting and maybe...maybe...he stopped at a small Victorian house and left me in the cab while he went to the door. Came back and said usually it is a 6 week wait, but they could host me. Turned out it was one of the family that owned Mrs. Muirs on the wharf. This guy had broken off and started this tiny place with 3 tables in each room and a bar that sat 2. The bar walls were covered with autographs and he invited me to leave mine. When he gave me a menu it was simply a book of Australian shell fish. I enjoyed that dinner so much that I made reservations for 2 lunches and 2 dinners the following days. I had a different Oz shell fisg each day, most were things I had never heard of and all were delicious. No signs outside, you had to be brought there, great little place....


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