One hundred
and eighteen years
of the same corner.

New Farm Bowls Club opened in 1907, when Brunswick Street was still mostly paddock and the ferry cost tuppence.

For more than a century, the greens out the back have been trimmed and rolled and played on by generations of the same families. Kids who grew up watching their grandparents bowl on Sunday now bring their own kids on Friday. It's a rare thing in a city that changes as often as Brisbane does.

The Bowlo is the kitchen that lives inside the club today. We're a small team cooking honest food — pasta rolled that morning, steaks over fire, the kind of chicken parmi you write home about — for anyone who wants to walk in. You don't need to know a bowler. You don't need to book. But a table by the window at dusk, watching the lights come up over the greens, is a good enough reason to plan ahead.