It was Lord Harold Samuel, a British property tycoon, who is credited for coining the phrase “location, location, location.” Nowhere else is this platitude more apt than when describing Grand Central Tavern.
This is mainly due it’s proximity to Hungry Jacks – this pub beckons you to neck 9 pints and stumble across to the fast food outlet for a session of verbally abusing the 15 year old fry cook while he struggles to make your whopper under extreme duress from constant heckling and the occasional launched can of export.
While the drunken Baynton cockhead sojourns East to IGA in search of gourmet Biltong and San Pelligrino after a long night at GC- The true Karratha local knows the MO. Drink in the outdoor area, with its ample seating and understated decor, engage in the occasional cigarette while you try talk the mature aged-woman who lent you the lighter into coming back to see your 2-stroke, drink some more before setting off across the road for two double whoppers and a couple storms for good measure.
The pub bears a tenuous connection with its namesake, Grand Central Station – a blemish that is quickly forgotten by the pundit upon seeing the endless range of tap beers on offer – though any deviation from Swan (or Iron Jack for the truly lost soul) could be construed as needless peacocking.
Our previous gripes with the owner’s proclivity for $19 chips are quelled by the generally good value culinary offerings and perpetual food deals that make getting a decent counter meal at a fair price within range.
Some local wisdom for out of town scum – don’t drive to Grand Central Tavern. Not solely because drink driving is obviously unwise – with the lack of access to back streets in our fine town – but also because the parking spaces in the vicinity are so small that your car will almost certainly end up with a few scuffs and bruises from the heavy-handed hi-vis, no-soul mine worker who has no regard for his fleet vehicle nor your steed.
Tune in to just about every sport known to mankind thanks to the multitude of screens while you enjoy a parmi or pizza, order anything else and your getting a bit cute.
Head down any day, there’s always fucking something goin’ on. All aboard.
