I got lost in the backstreets of Collingwood north of Johnston St, a place I realised I had never been to before. From the car, I spotted the Leinster Arms Hotel in Gold St, described by someone on the web as one of Melbourne’s best side street hotels. It has a restaurant open for lunch and dinner seven days, and was, like The Carringbush, a favourite haunt of Uncle Chop Chop, who once described himself, politically, as to the right of Genghis Khan. Apparently they do a good roast goat and a hearty crab and mussell hotpot. But this is a lame post, I know. I will go there, despite the large photograph of Eddie Maguire, and then I’ll tell you more.
