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Welcome to the future. The Dan is on the ol’ bookface!
here’s the link: Profile Page
Oh, there is a group for thursday night too!: Thursday Nights
Sign up, Enjoy!




Welcome to the future. The Dan is on the ol’ bookface!
here’s the link: Profile Page
Oh, there is a group for thursday night too!: Thursday Nights
Sign up, Enjoy!


Many a patron of the Dan has mused about the many wonderful drinking options that we faithfully provide. From the classic elegance of the front bar to the modern sophistication of the function room. Alas, since the smoking ban, these magnificent places have been off limits to those wanting to have a pint of the good stuff and a gasper at the same time. This led to the unveiling of the beer garden. Whilst warmly regarded by many, it’s constant air of construction and lights that have been referred to as “like a deli counter” have led many a patron to speculate about the prospect of having a “quiet one” and a “sneaky durrie” out the front of the pub. Unfortunately, due to the powers that be, this dream has simply been that, a dream.
That is folks, until NOW. yes, you read it first here, (drum roll…) WE HAVE TABLES OUT THE FRONT!!!
Gaze on the magnificent “Dan O’Connell Wilderness Triangle”, a vast field of unsurpassed beauty. Witness the incredible nightly migration of the lycra clad cyclists down the “bike highway”, the majesty of Alexandra Parade or the nocturnal activities of the local youth in stunning detail from the comfort of your own luxury chair. Even Sir David Attenborough himself is in talks with the BBC about a series of documentaries to rival “Yellowstone”.
So come down, grab a feed, sit out the front in sheer bliss. Take your drinks out. Have a fag. Eat a parma. It’s all good. Summer, fuck yeah!

That’s right folks, it’s official. If you haven’t had one already get in before the masses discover it!

Put yer thinking caps on and head down for the incomparable Trashbag Trivia. Astound your friends with your boundless knowledge and wit, or watch instead as your mates reveal intimate knowledge of all their hidden shames! Play for some of the most critically acclaimed (read: indie elitist approved) films and albums, both contemporary and from days gone by. Chances are pretty solid you could take home your brand new favourite!

Or you could win the booby prize.
Also, beer. Golden, flowing jugs of glorious beer. And did we mention our audio rounds? Shameless embraces of songs you probably thought you would never hear again? (But secretly wanted to, if only there were a trivia night ballsy enough to play them.)
Are you great at sport questions? Good for you! We aren’t. Seriously, We have no idea what happens during a rugby game. The only thing we know about it is that there was a guy who used to stick his thumb up the other players arses to try and put them off. (The Dan O’Connell kindly requests that you don’t try this tactic at Trashbag Trivia as it often offends.) The trivia is predominately pop-culture based, meaning that YOU the glasses wearing, scrawny, slightly awkward film/music buff can put your custard arm to good use and amaze and dazzle everyone present! Shit, you might even get laid!
Did we mention $12 parma and pot? That’s the World Famous Dan O’Connell chicken parma, made to an authentic recipe we stole from La Porchetta in the mid eighties, prepared with love and dedication for a mere TWELVE BUCKS!! WITH BEER!!! Even Ken Bruce told us we’re crazy (shortly before smearing peanut butter on a copy of new idea and tying it to an excited jack russell.)
So put on that nice shirt that you got from your Mum for Christmas and come down for a night of merriment and mayhem as your host Rei pushes your grey matter like a gemini with a bung starter motor. Starts 7:30pm every Wednesday!
And… get this, it’s free….with Prizes!

A bit of a callout for St Pat’s day photos. If you have any particularly good ones, we’d love to see them! email the to us at mail@thedan.com.au
cheers!

They don’t make ‘em like this anymore. No bloody metro-collar-up-hair-product-using nancy boys in this. Just men. Real men.
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