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Royal Hotel, Munduberra
I was surprised to find Munduberra claiming to be the Citrus Capital of Queensland.  I thought the nearby town of Gayndah had long received that crown.  Has anyone heard of Munduberra oranges?  I haven't, but I have certainly heard of Gayndah oranges -- marketing is more than staking a claim.

But at least their Royal Hotel is authentic.

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  1. I haven't even heard of Gayndah oranges!
    (now I feel like an orange)

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    1. Oh that's funny. I looked up the web and they have an orange festival and a big orange. Oranges have to be important in Gayndah.

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  2. A QLD pub selling Carlton. I guess Carlton and XXXX have the same parent company anyway.

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    1. Oh I saw a lot of XXXX up this way. But since I only really notice Royal Hotels can't speak for the presence of Carlton. I know that in NSW most of the Royal Hotels have Tooheys signs.

      I've got a few more Royals on the trip ... let's see what they are displaying.

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