We went back to The Australian again – and ate there again in spite of having said that we probably wouldn’t, given that we had such a long wait last time.

They didn’t have the first cider that I tried to order, and then when we decided what we wanted to eat, having had just the one menu to look at between us, it took the best part of 10 minutes for our orders to be taken.

We started looking round for someone on the floor, and got nowhere with that, so Mr ND waved at the barman, got his attention, told him we wanted to order food – and then we had to wait another five minutes for someone to actually turn up and take the order.

I noticed that the chef’s clothing was filthy – the jacket looked like he’d been wearing it for a week and his jeans looked pretty grubby too.

Once again, we were less than impressed by the food service and the quality of food itself. Among other things, we tried their crocodile kebabs (just for the novelty really) but they were quite tough and tasteless. That said, I did see some people tucking into burgers which looked pretty good if you like that sort of thing.

Again, we decided that it’s a great place to go for a drink. But we won’t be giving the food a third chance.