If you said Mt Tamborine, you’d be right.
The Fox and Hounds Country Inn is a British pub that was dismantled bit-by-bit from Tunbridge Wells, and rebuilt bit-by-bit in the Gold Coast Hinterland.
It’s not a british-theme pub; it’s a right old British pub.
But does it hold a candle to The Three-Legged Mare, or The Bull and Spectacles back in Blighty?
Let’s find out.
As the only pub to have been transported to Australia from the UK, our excited expectations for kitsch Britishness were high.
And they were met.
When we drove into the carpark and saw a red phone booth, Tardis and mini red London bus, we knew we were at the right place.
Inside, we were greeted by the Queen herself sitting under a portrait of Henry VIII, while a couple of crown-wearing inanimate corgis kept ankle-high guard at the door.
A Dalek, Tardis or Cyberman aren’t usual fixtures at the Fox and Hounds, but they were around for a Dr Who Murder Mystery event on that month. Sadly we had missed the Morris Dancers that were also hanging around at the start of October.
This meal was every bit as satisfying as you could imagine it to be, and right on-par with every other toad in the hole we’ve had back in the UK. The Yorkshire pudding had a nice crisp edge to it, and the gravy was ridiculously moreish.
We also ordered the Lambs Fry with seasoned liver with bacon served with onion gravy on creamy mash. It’s rare to find offal on the menu, so I was impressed to discover it here. The meat itself was rich and tasty with some lovely herby tastes throughout. Again, this was such a satisfying dish on a rainy day.
Other menu options included a Classic Fox and Hounds Pie, Lancashire Vegetable Hotpot, or a Giant Yorkie (a roast meal complete with Yorkshire pudding).
A solid range of British ales are available on tap to wash everything down, including Old Speckled Hen and London Pride.
From the dessert menu, we opted for a sticky date pudding, which came out swimming in caramel sauce. It was such a sweet and satisfying way to end a meal, while watching our own version of the Changing of the Guard.
The sense of nostalgia is strong here, and if you close your eyes and ignore the intermittent piercing squawks of the cockatoos outside, you genuinely could be on the outskirts of Berwick-upon-Tweed.
You can even end your meal with a nice cup of tea.