I had arrived in Franklin earlier than planned on a TassieLink bus. Tony, the driver, caringly dropped me off just opposite the Lady Franklin Hotel where I was staying for just the one night. Even though it was a cool wintery morning with mist hanging over the Huon River, the beauty of Franklin remained the same.
Judging Petty Sessions in the Huon Valley
I had started out very early catching the TassieLink school bus from Dunalley. I’d travelled on an empty stomach and craved a plate of eggs, bacon and beans with toast smothered in butter. The fresh morning air of Franklin and the brisk walk south along the main road led me to a striking building of pale blue and white with a red tin roof.
Best Scallop Pies In Tassie the Petty Sessions Cafe black-board read. I needed no more persuasion and was in like a flash. It was just after 10.30am but this didn’t deter me from having a large glass of the local wine in preparation for the gourmet delight that would follow.
A Wine by the Fire
I settled on a leather sofa right next to the blazing fire. As usual, I had to feel the weight of the logs with the result always being the same. For a log of similar size, our red gum or yellow box logs are double the weight but amazingly the lightweight Tassie log throws-out plenty of heat.
Having nothing else to do except sip on Holm Oak Cabernet Merlot, I had plenty of time to mull over this kind of whimsical trivia. Imagine how it will be when I’ve retired!
NikCon was standing by but I wasn’t being rushed. I was on for a chat and there was no better person than the delectable young lady of the house. In line with the characteristics of the café, I wanted her to be French and maybe she was. Her pride in what she was doing and in the chefs’ ability to prepare unusual food using local Tasmanian produce was infectious.
It was explained that the building was a former Court of Petty Sessions with a resident Magistrate and that it had been restored to the original combined with a modern look.
Scallop Pie, Cakes, Coffee and Kids
Inevitably, I ordered the scallop pie and, while I was waiting, I took a walk through the building by starting at the front of house. Cakes, coffee beans and all things nice sat in or on glass displays. Paintings for sale lined the entrance and dining area. Large glass windows and outdoor eating area looked out to the river.
By this time, other customers had arrived and the two Hobart students on a nearby table also ordered the scallop pie. A family, including the owner, chose their meal from the varied lunch menu. Maybe abalone dumpling, seafood linguine, Huon Valley mushrooms or a Tiramisu torte took their fancy but I didn’t stay to see.
As I made my departure, I complimented everyone in sight. Tasmania had done it again. I had a spring in my step after spending an enjoyable two hours in the Petty Sessions Café; one in Franklin that’s sure to succeed.
Ladies of Hobart, when you’ve finished the ironing and you’re not playing bowls, why not catch the TassieLink down to Franklin and have few reds with a nice lunch at the Petty Sessions Cafe? You’ll be back home for when the Lord and Master returns from work and, if you don’t tell him, he’ll never know!
Roger Findlay spends all his holidays in Tasmania, then writes about the
experience for Think Tasmania. If you’d like Roger to visit you in the name of
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