Boundary Hotel

One day it’s parma and pints. Next? Burrata on the pass and panna cotta strutting to your table like it owns the joint. Signor Fox has taken over. No warning – just a spice rack, a smirk, and zero interest in playing it safe. Culinary troublemaker. Flavour fiend. The rogue you didn’t see coming. Now it’s woodfired pizza with bubbling cheese. Prawn linguine that flirts. Meatballs with more attitude than your cousin on a Saturday night. And cocktails? Let’s just say they don’t sit quietly.

Boundary’s still your local – beer garden, big screen, the whole buzz. But the food? That’s gone full Fox.