Five tables
Set into the bench bays, one lamp and one lantern each.
Two railway gauges met at this town and nobody crossed it without getting off and getting on again. The benches and the departure board stayed put; we added a kitchen, a bar and five card tables, and kept the idea of changing over halfway.


For the better part of a century a journey across this part of the country came with a compulsory pause: one railway ran on one width of track, the next ran on another, and this room is where everybody sat between the two.
The long benches are original — worn shiny in the middle, still bolted to the floor in the same places. So is the board above the bar, which took a fortnight to get working and now announces nothing more urgent than dinner.
Fifty-five people fit comfortably. We stop taking bookings there, because the acoustics of a high room with a tiled floor punish a crowd.

Set into the bench bays, one lamp and one lantern each.
The original departure board, chalked up each afternoon.
The evening splits at nine and everybody changes over.
Everyone in the building is 18 or over, dining bays included, and photo ID may be asked for at any point in the evening.
House chips record points. They are not sold, not bought back, and carry no monetary value once the board is wiped.
No money is played for and none changes hands at a table — no side bets, no wagers, no cash prizes at the end of a leg.
There are no gaming machines anywhere on the premises: no pokies, no terminals, and no intention of installing either.
At the change everyone stands and the tables are redrawn; keeping a seat through the change is the one thing the floor will not budge on.
Alcohol is served responsibly and service stops when someone has had enough — the bar decides that and the decision holds.






New players' hour at five, free, dealer on the table
Full house, gauge change at nine as usual
Long service, two legs, change at nine sharp
Afternoon board, one leg only, no change
Quiet night, tables at half pace, kitchen short
Benches waxed, board repainted
Deliveries and nothing else
533 Dean Street, Albury NSW 2640
+61 2 6021 7752 · enquiries@loungeaustro.com
Thursday to Monday, 4.30pm – midnight
The card games here are played for standing and nothing else. There is no buy-in, no pot, no entry fee and no prize — the chips are the house's, they count points for the evening, and they are worth nothing the moment the board is wiped.
Each table sits in one of the old bench bays, which means high backs, decent sound insulation and a genuine reason to speak at a normal volume.
At nine the board flips and the room changes over. Whoever is playing stands up, tables are drawn again, and the second leg starts with different company.

Three tables seat whoever is next when a leg begins.
Two can be reserved by phone for parties of up to six.
Thursday from five, an hour with a dealer, no charge.
The kitchen looks both ways across the river. Murray cod and yellowbelly come up from the fishery, the cheese comes off Riverina dairies, and the two of them share a board more often than you would expect.
The bar is built around fortified wine in the Rutherglen style — muscat and topaque poured in small glasses at the end of an evening, alongside a short list of reds and two taps.
The kitchen finishes at ten thirty. After that the bar keeps pouring and sends out cheese, bread and pickled river greens until the last hand is done.

Murray cod and yellowbelly, grilled whole or in fillets.
Riverina cheese, four at a time, served with the local honey.
Muscat and topaque by the small glass, poured after ten.
The original board still hangs over the bar and we still chalk it up, though what it announces now is dinner, a change of tables and last orders rather than anything with wheels. Times move a little with the kitchen.
Somebody is on the phone from two in the afternoon. Tell them the number of people, the time and which leg you want to be here for, and it goes up on the board.
Ring Dean StreetThursday to Monday, 4.30pm – midnight
+61 2 6021 7752
A licensed kitchen and a card lounge in the old waiting room — the age limit covers the whole building, dining bays included.
No gaming machines, no wagering and no online play. Everything happens in the room on Dean Street.