A roadhouse in a 19th century buttery. Sounds like it should be in a quaint ye olde English village, instead it's located at the entrance to the Clare Valley. And with a debonaire looking grasshopper as its namesake, it could be a place straight out of Wind In The Willows.
The Grasshopper Roadhouse is one of those places that you feel has been there forever. I remember passing it many times travelling from Clare to Adelaide as a kid. And now I can show it off to my own daughter. Apparently it was named after it's sister business, The Grasshopper Inn, in the UK. And I suppose a roadhouse is the modern equivalent to those old English inns.
Unfortunately you won't be able to order a pint of ale to go with your slab of stilton, but you are able to get a decent coffee and Pine-Lime Splice ice-cream (if that's your bag - and when you're 5 years old, it generally is). They also proclaim to have a big all day brekkie, hamburgers and the usual roadhouse fare. You can also fuel up while you're there.
There is the option of sitting inside and taking in the general quaintness of the stone building, or you can sit outside at the hewn stone picnic table and chairs. Although on a particularly sunny day, with minimal shade, it may leave you feeling a little on the cooked side.
Coming into the so-called 'silly season', it's important to stop, revive, survive. What better way to do that, than in true Ratty and Mole style at the Grasshopper Roadhouse. read more