Robyn and I enjoyed a delicious mushroom pizza with a pumpkin salad, and pinot noir. Service and food were excellent as expected in the relaxed and well air conditioned Main Street Bar and Eatery of the Story Bridge Hotel, which is really bistro and not bar (go to the other side of the hotel for a big up market bar, and more dining). The electric shoe polishing machine beside the doorway between Deery's restaurant and the Main Street Bar and Eatery - for complimentary use by the patrons - sets the standard at the Story Bridge Hotel; a standard in Brisbane, Queensland set years before the hotel was built, a standard set by the first premier in the 1860s, Robert Herbert and his companion from Oxford University days, John Bramston, who took a part each of their last names to create the word Herston to name Herbert's farm house and property and where the tiny inner suburb, sadly neglected by the Council exists today. Indeed, the Council would rather do walkways beside Mercedes dealerships and spend a fortune on its PR machine than address and solve flooding in Herston (something that can be said on Zomato but not on the ever-careful Tripadvisor, which cautions against social and political comment. Go Zomato; give us hotel ACCOMMODATION reviews too). The Story Bridge Hotel is also a favourite with the squattocracy and includes regular mud crab luncheons (by invitation, I hear). But less formal Brisbane and indeed Australian traditions also exist at the Story Bridge Hotel, which young ladies and lads appreciate: like the Australia Day annual cockroach race. A major event on the Brisbane calendar (the 38th year for the race in 2019), and Sunday afternoons are always an event when a band plays old rock songs while the young chat in one bar and the older chat in another of the many bars. Mornings at 6.30am is also good for the Main Street Bar and Eatery: all the papers are offered to read, including the SMH and AFR, service is excellent, as is the coffee ($3.50), and the muffins freshly made. Excellent.