Hotel Brunswick

We stayed a week at Brunswick Heads and dined several times at this pub during our stay. Every time the staff were friendly, attentive and efficient, the meals were all superb, and even on the busy weekends where every table was taken, the wait time was minimal. It’s a grand old hotel lovingly looked after and evidently managed very well. Highly recommended.

Hotel Brunswick feels a bit like a fever dream—one of those strange, sun-soaked ones that doesn’t make much sense at the time, but lingers warmly when you think back on it. We arrived as a rootsy reggae-fusion band was sound-checking. Bass lines drifting, drums finding their feet, the whole place gently vibrating like it was waking up. Around us, the young, brown and beautiful aggregate in the humidity, seeking shade, and orbiting cool drinks and conversations in a loose, coastal choreography. Somehow, in the middle of all that, we ordered the broccoli salad. And somehow, it was genuinely excellent. Fresh, balanced, unexpectedly thoughtful. The kind of dish that makes you pause mid-bite and reassess your assumptions. It paired beautifully with blue water and too much sun. Nothing here is polished. Nothing needs to be. It’s loud, soft, chaotic, calm—often at the same time. Five stars. For atmosphere, surprise vegetables, and a place that feels messy in the moment but lovely in the remembering.