Going down the Chambermaid

Packed with public servants in the cheap end of town, the busiest part of the day coinciding with core flex hours. We used to affectionally call it the Dingo or the Lindy but minus the worn carpet, green tiles and the butch lady bartenders, the Chamberlain is now known as the Chambermaid. The workplace local has gone the way of most of the city pubs, "mutton dressed as lamb" is the phrase that comes to mind.

Regardless, we keep going back. Back for one more bottle of chardy, and another bowl of wedges served up by Stavros with the usual wink and a "welcome back ladies!"