A new look at old Canberra
If you tell most Sydney-siders that you’re visiting Canberra, you’ll hear a resounding ‘why?’
After all, nothing happens there, right?
If you tell most Melbournians that you’re visiting Canberra and you’ll also hear the same ‘why?’
The place has no soul, there’s no urban, inner city scene, no hidden laneways, no decent coffee, and as for the food, well, it’s so mainstream….isn’t it?
For those of us who have lived there, we know better. Canberra has always been a great place to live, but visiting there has always seemed a little, I don’t know, governmental.
Most people have a tick list that’s been formed from the memories of long ago year 6 and year 10 excursions to the capital- the War Memorial, Parliament House, the High Court. Where’s the food, the coffee, the edgy art and fashion? Seriously, how do people exist down here?
Canberra has a hipster side. It’s a side that needs good coffee, amazing locally sourced food, edgy design. It’s a side that wants to work, live, play or stay in sustainable architecture. And more people are in on the secret now.
It’s New Acton.
The old Acton, the original Acton, was the first property in the territory (that would become Canberra) to be resumed by the Commonwealth. According to some of the history, the Minister for Home Affairs, King O’Malley, disliked the English mannerisms of the tenant, Arthur Brassey, so his place was the first to be turned into offices and public buildings for the new capital. There’s an Irish pub in Civic named after King O’Malley. Just saying.
New Acton doesn’t feel like Canberra, although the glimpses of Lake Burley Griffin and the weird dome that is the old Institute of Anatomy remind you that you’re still there.
The architecture is a blend of old Canberra and new sustainable design. The entertainment and public space art is edgy and innovative.
The coffee and food alternatives would be at home in a Melbourne laneway, and there’s nothing hotel chainy about the accommodation options.
My point? Go off and do the normal Canberra things, check out the National Portrait Gallery, the political cartoons at the Museum of Democracy (Old Parliament House), pop over and see whatever is on at the National Gallery, see what’s changed at the War Memorial, and then explore something a little more happening.
It’s Canberra, but not as you know it.
Where we stopped off on the way
Fedra Olive Groves on the Federal Highway…for oil…of course. Don’t be put off by the name- Grandma’s Little Bakery.
Where we stayed
The rooms are comfortable, smart, and just big enough. Don’t make the mistake of taking a nanna nap, though- you won’t want to get out of one of these beds.
I love the room and hallway art, although my husband is a tad more old school and would prefer to see black and white photos of Lake Burley Griffin. Whatever.
I also loved the ceiling wallpaper. Hubby reckoned the white bits glowed in the dark, but I think that was more a result of the long afternoon session at Tongue and Groove (see below) and some good local pinot at A. Baker.
We checked in on Easter Saturday, so these little fellas were a lovely hello and welcome touch.
Lunch at the Canberra Yacht Club with my mother in law.
Nearly 20 years ago we had our wedding reception here. Now, the Yacht Club is owned by the Canberra Southern Cross Club, but the food isn’t RSL fare, nor is the dining room- despite the pokies behind the partition. You know that they’re there, but you can neither see nor hear them.
Although the food is comfortable, it’s nothing to write home about. The view, though, is one of the best in Canberra.
You could say that this is a view with food, and a perfect spot to take the kids…or the mother in law.
Where we drank
A lengthy afternoon session at Tongue in Groove at North Quarter in Civic with some Sydney friends. It all got just a tad messy.
The decor is industrial chic, and the menu is produce driven and more than a tad adventurous.
We shared charcuterie to start- some lonzo (a cured meat, similar to prosciutto but coming from the pork tenderloin and meltingly good) and a black truffled salami that we inhaled as well as tasted.
Main meals for me was rag pasta with local mushrooms, house smoked ricotta and hazelnuts. It was easily the best pasta I’ve eaten all year. Hubby had the smoked Dutton Park duck breast, Jerusalem artichoke, braised red cabbage with chestnut dumplings. he said it was memorable. After sampling it, I had more than a little meal envy happening.
The locally grown pinot noir (Lerida Estate at Murrumbateman) was a good match.
We were back in the morning for brekky- slow poached eggs and artisan sourdough baked on the premises…