I know, you always think of girly things when you think of the Victoria Room and I’m pretty sure that you haven’t really thought to take your dad there. But I can perhaps change your mind when I tell you what they are up to for Father’s Day?
The Father’s Day Ploughman’s Lunch at the Victoria Room takes place from 12pm on Sunday, 5th September. It includes prizes for Best Mo, Best Comb-over and Loudest Tie so get your dad dressed up in his finest and loudest tie or get his moustache spruced up. I don’t know if I should encourage comb overs though! 
It’s not all tea and tipples, it’s a manly feast that includes traditional roast beef, breads, cheeses, savoury scones, frittata, pork terrine along with a selection of desserts. For dads that enjoy a tipple, Single and Double Malt whiskey tastings will be on offer throughout the afternoon as well as other surprises. The lunch costs $50 per adult and $27.50 per child (and the prices include the 10% Sunday surcharge).
But for you my Dear Readers is the chance to win a lunch for three on the Saturday the 5th of September. That date is coming up soon so this competition won’t last long. To have a chance to win this, all you need to do is tell me your favourite daddy memory! The competition ends at Midnight AEST 2nd of September, 2010. You can enter this once daily as long as your answer is different.
***Congratulations to the winner: Jane Shen!***
Lots of love and luck!
Lorraine
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This would be perfect for my dad! He already has a mustache, but he’s the type of person who takes suggested dress codes a little TOO far.
I used to think it was embarrassing, but I’ve grown to love his silly antics
My favourite memory is the time my dad bought me a gorgeously elaborate Venetian mask when we were in Venice. I was about seven and had spent the whole day begging him to buy me one and he kept refusing. The next day I woke up and there was an amazing mask with peacock feathers all over it at the foot of my bed. It still hangs in my house
I didn’t have a father in my life so I will talk bout my hubs, the best dad EVAH!
The kids adore him, he is sweet and kind, he loves to rumble. He taught them to ride bikes and skates and to swim. He gets up in the night when our daughter’s asthma is out of control, and stays with her til she sleeps (and lets me sleep too). He cleans and cooks and plays games and takes us on lovely holidays. Works hard, but always has a smile at the end of a long long day. I know when the kids are older they will have nothing but great memories of their childhood.
I’m entering this competition for my husband who I think is the best Dad in the world to our gorgeous son. This year will be his 2nd Father’s Day and I’d love to treat him. My best Daddy memory is seeing his face beam with pride when our son was born
Another reason why I should be living in your hemisphere.
My hubby, Meat Boy, would go nuts for that meaty repast.
Well my dear dad is in Melbourne so I won’t officially enter the comp but I just wanted to tell of my memories:
when I was about 3 I would cry nearly everyday when my daddy would leave to go to work cos I didn’t want him to leave. To make me laugh he would pick me up, hug and kiss me and tell me my fortune for the day in the high pitched, girly voice of astrologer Karen moregold…my tears would stop and I would be in fits of giggles everytime! I love my dad…and he still manages to make me laugh with that impersonation thirty odd years later
My favourite Dad memory is at my Debutante Ball in year 11 when my dad (who is my step dad as my father passed away when i was little) gave me away. We danced together and it was so lovely to have a dad to dance with, and Dad looked so good in a tux, he normally wears mechanic overalls!
My favourite memories are recent ones: meeting for coffees, wandering around art galleries, talking about careers, relationships and getting older. Dad is a great friend.
My favourite memory of my husband as a Daddy was the moment when he first became a father, as our daughter was born and I saw she was a girl, I cried out “its a girl, its a girl” while my husband was crying out “its a baby, its a baby” in a voice full of shock and suprise, as though he had been expecting a kitten and was stunned to see it was a baby instead!
I used to do corporate catering for The Farmers Federation. They usually requested ploughmans lunches. The brief was “you have to cook for farmers and real men. We don’t want quiche or other poofy foods” Their words not mine! This was a few years back, I’m sure they’re a bit more P.C by now.
I’m currently at university and living four hours away from my dad so it’d be a great chance to catch up with him and my sister. No moustache or combover though but we might be able to scrounge up a loud tie!
My favourite memory of my dad is when I was a kid he used to come home quite late, so we’d wake up and he’d teach us how to ride our bikes on a nearby school oval that was lit up at night!
Many years ago now, my father and his father used to slave away all boxing day morning to produce their most spectacular dish, chicken spaghetti bolognaise, served in style in a giant pot that reminded me of an army kitchen. It wasn’t really that important that it was the only thing they could cook as all the ladies used to appreciate having a day off cooking.
I would love to take my dad to that place but unfortunately, I can’t. My dad passed away in 1996 due to aspiration pneumonia. It was a result of a fall and a head injury.
My dad is amazing! He was a politician and a lawyer before I was born, and he gave up politics to spend more time with my brother and i. I have fond memories of helping him mow the lawn, and I would climb into the greens bin and hide there until he found me, and then he would wheel me around the street, with me screaming and laughing and him panting as I kept wanting the ride to go on and on.
Now, you’ve gotten me confused- I thought father’s day was over or maybe, this is like you guys being on the other side of the hemisphere, hence dates also get tossed about a bit. In any case, this will be a splendid treat!
that jamon looks good…i love jamons..heheheh..
my favorite daddy memory? when we picked sea shells on the beach and made a little necklace out of it for mom.
What a good idea huh. Had to laugh at Intolerant Chefs comment above & say that the brief hasn’t changed too much
My favourite dad memory? Oh gee, just one???
Well, one from quite recently – mum, dad & I were sitting down and he was talking about going on a trip to Perth with mum. He came out with a random statement… “Perth – it’s like going to Bali, but sideways!” Mum & I looked at each other, then at Dad. He realised the randomness of his statement, and we all started laughing so much that we cried!
This isn’t an entry cos my dad and mum still live overseas, but one very recent memory that made me laugh is when I got my birthday card from my parents last week, and my dad had drawn a speech bubble on a cartoon mouse saying “I want cheese macarons!” It’s still making me smile as I type it, and I might just have to make some sort of cheese macaron now!
I was about 10 years old when my father read the saying, “Give a Man a fish and feed him for a day; Teach a Man to fish and feed him for a lifetime”. He then drove me to the local lake and taught me how to fish. After landing my first fish, a teeny-weeny bream,(which we threw back) he turned to me and said with a big smile, “Well maybe I can feed a Boy for a lifetime!”
I made a great choice when I married my husband as he is an amazing Dad to our 4 children. My best memory is coming downstairs with my eldest daughter and he’s sitting on the lounge, tears streaming down his face and on tv? Father of the Bride. We’d never seen him cry before – nor again but I think that story says it all.
my fav memory would be the times we would act silly during my early childhood, laughing and being goofing around the family dinner table.:-)
my favourite memory is my dad teaching me to drive the tractor when i was about twelve
Perhaps not a “fave” Dad memory, but certainly an important one. I remember my Dad at his Dad’s (my grandfather’s) funeral. I was bawling, and my Dad never shed a tear. I know men of his generation were perhaps not encouraged to show deep emotion, I just remembered thinking how strong and resolute my Dad was at that time. Since then, he has been a bit more open with things though. Great post for a great event – looks like it will be fun!
one of my fave memories (athough not at the time it happened!)of my dad was when he cluelessly tore up my absolutely favourite shirt to clean his car…admittedly i was a grungie way back when so the shirt was in a state but still!
My Dad holding me up high,
Through the raspy leaves of the mulberry tree,
To see the nest of silvereyes,
And the great delight this gave me!
Not entering because I’m not in AU…but haha, I thought ploughman’s lunch was supposed to be for the poor!
oh that is so funny, best comb over, best mo! what a great idea!
best dadddy memory…..ummmmmmmmmmmmmm. would have to be when my hubby became a daddy for the first time and had tears in his eyes as she was born. He got to look after her in the nursery while I was in recovery and the photos are so special.
Corrie:)
Well, we live in Queensland, so can’t enter either. But my favourite Dad stories involve the tall stories he told as us kids that I believed as gospel. Like that he sucked off his thumb from too much thumb-sucking as a kid (He lost it in a truck accident). And that he was a racing car driver (whenever Mum complained he was driving too fast. ‘It’s ok, I’m a racing car driver,’ he’d say. I told these stories at show and tell at school and got into trouble for lying!
When I was about 10, I went in a three legged race with my dad. He fell on me and broke my collarbone. I remind him of this at every opportunity I get and I’ll likely be doing so for the rest of my life. If I won this prize and I got to take him, I would be able to go with him and say, ‘look at the things I do for you! Bet you feel bad for breaking my collarbone now.’ I think it would really make my father’s day.
My best Dad memory would be of the jokes he used to do when my friends came over when we were little – the best one would be lowering a towel in front of his legs, bending one leg up from the knee, then slowly raising the towel to reveal “ah! where has my leg gone?!”
Aren’t you on a delicious roll Lorraine… lucky Oz readers!!
What a wonderful way to spend Father’s day , lunch at The Victoria.
My favourite memory of my dad( he passed in 1987), is that he loved raising chickens and the fresh eggs they produced for the family. He had an old Italian method or perhaps he came up with the idea , in order to make the chicks ‘strong’, the day he bought them, he would bring them home and feed them wine-soaked bread which they gobbled up voraciously . Well , I don’t know if this was ever proven to be effective but they were very healthy chickens that produced a lot of eggs.
When I was a tiddler myself, my dad used to take me fishing and always made sure that I “caught” something by surreptitiously hooking one of his smaller catches onto my line.
My dad always drives me to school (and everywhere else)and patiently waiting when he picks me up.
My favourite Dad memory is when I was little and he would lift me up around his chest height and fly me around like a helicopter around the house while making the sound effects of the whirring helicopter blades.
One of my favourite memories was lying on the couch watching tv with my ear pressed to his stomach,listening to his gurgling belly. Hahaha! I love my dad
Somehow the stove was left on and my Teddy bear’s ear was burt off! I was very upset and crying, so Dad cut up his only pair of shorts and sewed Teddy a new ear. That was over 40 years ago and I still have my Teddy. I think of my Dad’s unselfish love whenever I see the repaired ear.
hi
My DARLING dad and i having been making some lovely memories lately .He is 80 years old and been in a wheelchair now for a couple of years due to parkinsons and a stroke .He has just started a fantastic rehab programme and a now unforgetable memory i have is of him standing up unassisted for a whole 5 minutes a couple of weeks while the physio was timing him .We are working on him getting himself to lift himself out of his chair unaided and stading ,so it would be a great reward for him to go to this fabulous restturant for fathers day .My dad just keeps on inspiring me !!
Last Father’s Day my other half was in the labour ward with me while our little daughter took her sweet time to arrive! So last year, hospital food. This year maybe something a little tastier…?!!
Like many kids, I used to be scared of thunder and lightening, so to ease my fear, Dad would make up characters. Their names were ‘Good Boy Mr Thunder’ and ‘Good Boy Mr Lightening’. He would tell me stories about them and these characters became like friends to me. I was never scared after that and I’m already imagining sharing those stories with my own children.
there are so many fond memories of my dad, one in particular stood out when I was five. I was a very sickly child when I was young, so I spent most of my time in and out of the hospital. and I always had a sweet tooth (and still do!). So after spending 3 weeks in hospital, eating hospital food (and obviously no chocolate or cake for me during that time), I was dismissed from hospital 2 days before Chirstmas. And when I got home, I saw this massive (now I look back at the photo, it wasn’t as big as I remembered, but for a five years old, it’s probably the biggest cake she’s seen) cubby house sitting on the dining table. Then I realised the whole thing was made out of gingerbread, cakes chocolate biscuits and loads of sugar. The only non edible thing was the santa clause wax figure. I was so happy back then, because I used to love fairy tales (mum reads them to me every night back when I was in hospital) and hansel gretel was amongst one of them.
It was only a few years back,I found out that the ‘dessert house’ my dad got me wasn’t actually for sale. He saw it when he was walking past the patisserie and it was on their display. Then after begging the shop owner for hours, they agreed to make him one. When our family went back to the patisserie a few years later one of the ladies actually still recognise my dad!
So I’d love to surprise dad with this ploughman lunch and have a memorable father’s day with my family.
My favourite memory of my Dad revolves around my daughter. She had massive complications at birth and Telstra Childflight was involved in her transportation to RNS Hospital. My Dad got himself involved in fund raising and the much needed promotion of Childflight (including helping write, narrate and star in their TV ad along side my daughter-acopy of which can be sen at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x_bzI395fkI). He continues to fundraise for them in Wellington where he lives. This is just typical of Dad and this is why he is so inspirational to me.
I forgot to add that this was/is all done voluntarily and out of his own pocket…completly selfless and giving!
My favourite memory of my dad Raymond Thomas was when I was 11 and an aspiring cook. I took it into my head to make Vanilla Slices . i could not make pastry so I used Arnott cracker biscuits. great big ungainly wedges. I made concrete custard the shade of a canary and topped it with bright sea blue icing which dripped tastefully down the sides. I served them proudly and he ate them all and thanked me profusely.
when my Dad picked me up at my first school camp and he cried !
My favourite memory with my dad was when he was working oversea, he wrote me a fax (no email at that time) everyday. It was almost 20 years from now.
Now, seeing how the relationship develop between my girls and my husband always remind me and my dad. Daddy, I wish you are still with me. xoxo
What a lovely lunch, Lorraine! Another fantastic giveaway!
We were migrating to Australia as refugees at the end of World War II, on the train from Germany to Naples to pick up our ship. Travelling high up through the Alps Dad and I were walking to a front carriage from our own. Suddenly as Dad crossed the plate between the carriages (I was about 6 steps behind him) the plates parted,his section of the train sped off into the nerther and I was standing on my own teetering on the edge of the plate crying out “Daddy!Daddy,don’t leave me”. Not so funny at the time. It took nearly an hour to bring back the front part of the train in reverse and hook it back up to our section (the automatic brakes came on immediately) and a teary eyed little boy.
Thank you for this wonderful site Lorraine, I read it with gusto each morning.
Me telling my Dad when I was 12 not to tell me how to play Hockey because he didin’t play. He then signed up to play at 50 (the next year) and ended up making all the Seniors Rep Teams in Nth QLD within 6 months of playing!!!! Hahahahaha- he showed me up. Tiani Simeon
Dad giving a speech at my little brothers 21st birthday party and remembering his own Mum (who passed away a long time ago), Dad started crying and it was the only time Ive seen him cry. He is a very strong and proud Dad (like most are)and this just reinforced how proud he is of us, his family and friends…and something i’ll never forget x
My favourite “Daddy” memory would be just before he died I was 6 months pregnant with my first child and Dad looked and me and put his hand on my belly and said “there is a little Girl in there’. I said if its a little girl she shall be called “Olivia” after my dad (William Oliver) and if its a boy it shall be Oliver. Dad died 4 days later and Olivia Grace was born 3 months later. She is like her Grandad and loves seafood (at 6 yrs old she loves “Chilli Crab” for dinner and prawns all day long if possible. Grandad would be proud!
A funny… when he wanted some more of the ‘little white balls’ (aka prawn dumplings) at Yum Cha! – They have forever more been known as this new name…
My father-in-law would be the lucky recipient of this prize. He lost his wife last year and is in need of some cheering up and an ode to his comb-over would be just the way to make him smile.
Some beautiful stories in these comments, good luck picking a winner Lorraine!
My favourite memory of Dad is when my younger sister and myself had to take Dad to do the grocery shopping cause Mum was sick.
Mum had given Dad a exact list of what to buy, however Dad thought he would buy stuff that he liked.
Walking through the aisles Dad picked up a packet of biscuits he was determined to buy. It wasn’t until my sister pointed out that they were cat food biscuits that he decided he didn’t want them.
Love you Dad!
One of my (many) best daddy memories is my dad taking great care to build us the best sand car at the beach when we were kids! He was spending so much time and being so painstaking in his work that I think he was enjoying it as much as we did!
Sitting on one side of my dad’s shoulders with my brother on the other side watching the fireworks at Milsons Point!
A memory of my own Dad was when he shaved off half his mustache one day and I came home from school and freaked out!
When I was 2 yrs old I unknowingly jumped into the backyard pool. I recall my dad leaping from the outdoor table fully clothed to rescue me! To this day my dad is always looking out for me
my favourite dad memory is when he cooked huge batches of spring rolls for me to take to my year 6 formal dinner.
Just last night while my dad was eating doritos and watching x-men, he mentioned how his ‘spare tyre’ is getting bigger. Then i told him that’s what my sister and I love about him. Since we used to sit on his pot belly and bounce up and down on it (that’s our method of morning call haha). Pity we can’t do that any more
. So a ploughman’s lunch would be a ‘healthier’ way to celebrate fathers day and hopefully make my dad not feel so guilty abt his inflating ‘tyre’.
My favourite dad memory when I was little, is doing the grocery shopping at the supermarket just dad and I. He rode the trolley all the way down an empty aisle like a little kid and even took a run up
Along time ago, when I was a freckly faced kid, I remember my brothers and I wanted to go to the Easter Show so bad. Our family was flat broke at the time as my parents business was losing money. My father knew he couldn’t afford to take us so he gave us $5 each, took us to Woolworths and let us buy a plastic bag full of lollies. It was his version of an Easter Show bag.
Every year on my birthday from as early as I can remember, my Dad would take me out for a giant ice-cream, just him and me. It was as special a treat as I could ever imagine as a child and this is a tradition I have encouraged my husband to do with our daughters. I hope they treasure these memories as much as I still do.
I remember going to McDonalds with my dad every Saturday and collecting those Muppet toys from my happy meal.
Dad is such a sporty Dad, he would take us surfing, bike riding, never missed any of his 5 girls netball games, or 1 son’s swimming meet but my favourite memory is when I was really little-maybe 5, making Dad play ‘schools’ and write a paper on ‘Spring’ Dad wrote ‘My children break the springs on my bed by bouncing on them.’
Hehe
I remember sleeping at my Aunt and Uncle’s house one Christmas eve, all the children were asleep in sleeping bags in the master bedroom and I needed the loo, I walked out and saw my Dad and my Uncle wearing Santa hats and drinking the beer we had left out. I was so mad at him, it took days for him to explain that they were having a beer with Santa who was just outside getting the presents off the sleigh!
I was only a couple of years old and my dad+older sister were in the pool having a swim. I had to stay with mum by the pool just watching. Well, being only 3 and not understanding the idea of drowning and not knowing that i couldn’t swim, i left mum’s side and ran towards the pool where i leaped in to where dad had been swimming. mum was in hysterics whilst dad, cool as a cumcumber, waited till i floated back up before he pulled me out of the pool.
BTW, 5th is a sunday
not saturday
It was when my dad delivered me when I was born.
I am missing my Dad a lot at the moment, we live in different countries and its really hard at these times when we should be celebrating together. I adore my Dad and feel very grateful to have met and married a man who is a very special Father to our two girls. I hope they have as many treasured memories of their Dad as I do of mine.
Hi Lorraine,
I share a birthday with my Aunty Dorrie (yes, her real name!). When I turned 6, Dad decided that I was old enough to go to a ‘night party’ and join the celebrations at my aunt’s place. As I had younger siblings who couldn’t go, I was put to bed – fully clothed – with them. I’ll never forget lying in bed with my secret, waiting for them to fall asleep, and I can still remember my outfit (blue & green tartan pants suit!!). I felt so grown-up and special that Dad had allowed me to stay up and I was so excited to be going to an adult party. Dad and I had many more ‘secret outings’ and he still makes me feel very special to this day. He’s the best Dad ever . . . seriously!
Kind regards, Lynette
BTW, what’s your favourite daddy memory?!
Hi Lorraine,
Thank you so much for this lovely competition. We went there today and had a extremely memorable father’s day. It was the first time for my dad to have a ploughman’s lunch (or high tea), so it was quite a special experience.
Many Thanks again!
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