Jimmy Weasel - Monday, 14 July 2003 - 04:16:56 - print it raw
Friday and Saturday nights just passed witnessed the rising from the ashes and rubble of the brand new, sparkling Caringbah Businessman's club. The Club, venue for many businessmen and bands alike had previously been un-open for refurbishment and total inner reconstruction.
Friday heralded the new life for the musical end of trade, with some hi-brow acts. Saturday followed, without a hitch, which saw more music belted out.
This is now one of Sydney's newer, nicer and possibly one of the biggest venues in the 'burbs.
The beer is cheap, the acts are local, and there are no paper towels in the men's room.
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