Coming at the famous Bags’O’Fun-Queenstown from the side, we managed to skedaddle away from it by turning right.  I’ve already been there twice in a never-to-be-repeated (I hope) experience.

But a man’s gotta eat, and Arrowtown, or more accurately Ye Olde Reconstructed Arrowtown where only the Kitsch is genuine looked like a good place to have a quiet fang.

It wasn’t.