I was forced to go there by my wife with a group of people from her work (they work in the city, but they chose to go there as it was close to most of their homes..)
When I first heard we were going to Berwick I was thinking to myself, where the ---- is Berwick? I later found out the "Berwick" is actually pronounced "Berrick" ---!
Why in the world would you make the "w" silent?? Is it trying to make the suburb sound fancy? What a joke. We leave our home in Elwood at 6pm on a Thursday night and we get to "Berwick" at 7:30pm due to an accident on the monash fwy. Anywhere that you have to go by freeway is going to end up a dive of a place unless it's down the coast.
So I already dont like the place. Now to find out we are going to the "courthouse" I was thinking hmm maybe, just maybe it can be pulled off an actually be semi decent..
WRONG!! from the moment I stepped in it was so tacky! Old carpet, the worst decor, smelt like a cats ring.
Sitting at our poxy table for a bout 15mins. I decided to have a glass of water. NO WATER ON THE TABLE ok no worries, I'll just get the waitress attention and get some water for the table. 10mins later the waitress comes past and ask for some cold water. She comes back with a jug that has been filled up from the kitchen tap?? Umm ok then?!!
The entree came out I had the prawns. BLAND! they went even fresh. Tasted like they had been defrosted in a microwave..
Main meal consisted of the chicken 2ways looked and tasted like KFC chicken.
Dessert I had the stickydate pudding was actually not too bad but was as dry as a nuns nasty.
The best part of the night is when I left the courthouse and the suburb of berwick.
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