Waiheke RSA

Auckland, Nueva Zelanda

2.5

Cerrado ahora

2 opiniones

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Teléfono:
+64 9-372 9019
Dirección:
29 Belgium Street, Auckland, Nueva Zelanda, 1081
Paradas y estaciones de transporte público cercanas:
4 kmSchool
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Información del negocio

Reparto a domicilio
No
Tarjetas aceptadas
Nada
Bueno para niños
No
Bueno para grupos
Sí
Vestimenta
Informal

Hoy

Hoy 12:00 – 14:00
17:30 – 21:30
Cerrado ahora
Horario local (Auckland) 23:52 viernes, 23 de mayo de 2025

Horario de apertura

lunes –
martes 12:00 – 14:00
17:30 – 21:30
miércoles 12:00 – 14:00
17:30 – 21:30
jueves 12:00 – 14:00
17:30 – 21:30
viernes 12:00 – 14:00
17:30 – 21:30
sábado 12:00 – 14:00
17:30 – 21:30
domingo 12:00 – 14:00
17:30 – 21:30

Inmediaciones

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50
m
Franco’s La Panetteria
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R & R Lunchbar
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Ostend Market
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True Blue Waiheke Island
21 Belgium St
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Out There Surf & Skate
21 Belgium Street Ostend
120
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Island Coffee
21b Belgium Street Ostend

2 opiniones sobre Waiheke RSA

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Tu valoración: 4
Auckland, New Zealand
An RSA is always bound to be a hoot but this one has an even more interesting characters than most. The usual pool and darts on offer and screens more rugby games unless they are on too late. Quiz night on a Tuesday draws in quite a crowd and Friday and Saturday afternoons the place is in a great swing
Tu valoración: 1
Auckland, New Zealand
The memory of the Waiheke RSA is burned forever in my mind. I’m really not the kind of person who would ever go to an RSA, and this was for sure my first and only visit to one. We only ended up here because we arrived on Waiheke late on a Sunday night, and absolutely nowhere else was open nearby, and we were starving!
Now for all I know, this could be a five-​star RSA. It certainly was ‘an experience’. It was like stepping into another world — one in which non-​member men’s names were taken down at the door, their hands shaken seriously, and the only other women in the place were serving food.
We ate roast from a buffet. It was done traditional style with not an ounce of seasoning or edge of interest to be found. We drank beer. We played pool. Nobody talked to us. Then we left.