The name New Ivanhoe Hotel is a delightful contradiction in terms. Little has changed at this Blue Mountains pub in 70 years. It’s located at 231 Great Western Highway, Blackheath.
I’ve been working on my new book here recently. The pub has just the right atmosphere for a biography spanning the years 1920 – 1950.
The Ivanhoe has had some famous guests over the years, including this sporty trio in 1933;
I wouldn’t have been surprised to see Harold walk through the door! Incidentally, this was during the infamous ‘Bodyline’ series, which England won 4/1.
The food on offer is unpretentious. Forget a miniscule sliver of black truffle on an organic, King Island quail’s egg.
That ‘special’ looks pretty good value don’t you think?
Do you know what? The fish was great, in batter as light as a feather. My partner wanted to know what sort of fish it was. Oh for heavens sake……I don’t think it’s his sort of eatery It was served with decent chips, and (best of all) a salad made with good old iceberg lettuce. None of those peppery (ie bitter) leaves of weeds with stalks that stick in your throat!
Children’s meals all come with a dixie cup ice-cream. I was sorely tempted to order one.
By the way, the song being played as I ate was ‘How Great Thou Art’. It happened to be Sunday, so seemed appropriate, even if it was a co-incidence. I love that old hymn.
UPDATE — I have since tried a chicken and mushroom pie. Lovely flaky pastry and good, chunky filling. In the true spirit of the Ivanhoe it was completely unadorned! $10 with a pot of tea. My word that sea salt is a worry though. Verging on gourmet!
Psst….the ladies loo still has galvanized water cisterns and pull chains.
I’m not sure whether you were the first licencee Mr Shepperd, but the old place is still going strong, well the new one is. The original Ivanhoe burned down.
The busiest time the pub ever had was in the autumn of 1949, when the public visited in droves to see A NORMAN LINDSAY NUDE.