When we arrived in Bodalla nearly forty years ago, there was a pub and a small takeaway cafe. Now there are many choices when hunger strikes. Blue Earth Café has taken over as the place to meet friends – they rarely come to my home now, or I to theirs. There are gardens to sit in and umbrellas to sit under; chooks clucking lazily near the compost heap; a thriving and envy-inducing garden; friendly staff; an interesting menu; and a resident and cheeky magpie who’s eager to join the group and taste the meal.
Then there’s the Bakery, with an old fashioned inside room, a corner table with cushions and a view, and a deck for outside eating. Once a month there’s a Sunday high tea, showcasing the sought after cakes and revisiting a past era.
The Dairy Shed offers remnants of Bodalla’s dairying past. A raised deck has hammocks for the languid, and a view over a dam and rolling hills, and inside there’s a vast fire against the winter chill. You can bottle feed calves, if that’s your fancy, or hunt out cow images, or admire the eagle carved from a tree stump.
Malibu Mex is an interesting building, with even more interesting decor showcasing the surfing interests of its founder: benches and chairs made of surfboards, and white surfing bas-reliefs in the dining room.
The pub in the past has had live music at the weekend, and good counter meals. At the moment, it’s for sale and battened down.