Eight tables
Four in the front room, four in the old strongroom passage.
Miners brought their washings to this counter to be weighed, melted and given a number. The balance is still under its glass dome and the safe still stands in the corner with the door open. Around them: eight tables, a short tablelands menu and an evening measured out in assays. Nothing staked, nothing cashed, nothing online.


Number seventy-four went up in the 1870s to do one job for the diggings: weigh what came in, melt it, assay it, and hand back a docket with a number on it. The counter is sandstone, the ceiling is pressed metal, and the strongroom is a metre of brick with a door that no longer locks.
Almost all of it stayed. The balance sits under its glass dome on the old counter, the docket books are in a case on the wall, and the safe is a corner nook with two armchairs in it that people fight over.
The house takes about seventy across the two rooms. Entry costs nothing, but this is a licensed venue for people aged 18 and over, and the door staff will ask for identification without apology.
Four in the front room, four in the old strongroom passage.
Beef, root vegetables, pastry, and cheese from up the road.
The evening is called in stages, and each one is announced.

The front room holds four tables under the original counter lamps. The other four run down the passage past the strongroom, which is quieter and where most of the long games end up.
Chips here are brass docket tokens, struck with a number the way the assay dockets were. They count points across one evening. They are never sold, never redeemed, and they are collected and counted at close like everything else in this building once was.
The house dealer runs the first assay of every evening and the beginners' table on Thursday. Beyond that the tables run their own hands and nobody stands over them.
No booking, no fee — take a seat where there is one.
Reserved by phone for groups of up to six.
Thursday, first assay, free, and no experience assumed.






74 George Street, Bathurst NSW 2795
+61 2 6331 5528 · rooms@playtemporas.com
Wednesday to Sunday, 4:30pm – midnight
| Evening | Assays | What is called |
|---|---|---|
| Wednesday | 4:30pm – 12am | Quiet house, three assays, long tables |
| Thursday | 4:30pm – 12am | Beginners' table at the first assay, free |
| Friday | 4:30pm – 12am | Full house, four assays, kitchen booked out early |
| Saturday | 3pm – 12am | Early doors, docket ladder at the third assay |
| Sunday | 3pm – 10pm | Roast, two assays, everyone out by ten |
| Monday | Closed | Deliveries and the deep clean |
| Tuesday | Closed | The crew have a life |
No. There is no site to log into, no application, no account and no online room of any kind. The tables are in a sandstone building on George Street and that is the only place any of this exists.
A number on a score card until the last assay, and nothing after it. Tokens cannot be bought, cannot be redeemed, and there is no pot, no prize fund and no wagering behind them.
Not one gaming machine, anywhere in the building. It is a quiet house and that is deliberate.
It is simply how the evening is divided. The house calls the first assay at opening and each one after it, so people know when tables reshuffle and when the kitchen changes over.
For dinner, yes, particularly Friday and Saturday. For a table, no — five of the eight are open seating.
Unfortunately not. The licence covers the whole house and there is no exception for the dining room.

The country around here raises beef and grows things that keep: potatoes, swedes, parsnips, onions. The kitchen works with that rather than around it, which means braises, roasts and a great deal of pastry between May and September.
There is always a pie. It changes every fortnight, it is made here from the shortcrust up, and taking it off the board has been tried once and will not be tried again.
The wine list is regional first — cool-climate reds from the ranges either side of town, a few whites, and one fortified that suits a cold night in this building better than anything else on the shelf.
Changed each fortnight, made here, gone by nine on a Friday.
From properties inside an hour's drive, listed by farm.
Twelve wines from the ranges, plus one fortified for winter.
Every night in here gets weighed the same way the gold did — carefully, in front of everyone, and the number on the card is worth precisely nothing once you walk out the door.
The telephone is the surest route and is answered from one in the afternoon by somebody in the building. Say whether it is dinner, cards, or the pair of them.
Call the roomsPast this notice is a licensed house for adults: a kitchen, a bar and eight card tables in an old assay office.
Nothing here can be played online, nothing is wagered and there are no gaming machines — it happens at 74 George Street or it does not happen.