Wednesday
Many months ago I wrote about the end of Australia’s Golden Age of Dining. The forced lockdowns by an hysterical government had ensured it. I was fortunate enough to have entered the profession right at the beginning in the late 1960s and my career as a restaurateur lasted until my doors were closed by power-mad and grossly irresponsible politicians in 2020. A fifty-year career; wow. I loved every minute of it.
It was already over long before the lockdown. The ever-increasing regulations had finally become sufficient to throttle the entrepreneurial spirit. Entrepreneurs don’t stop; they just move on to greener pastures – then the regulators follow them and destroy that also.
As a wit once said, the modus operandi of governments is best summed as: If it moves, then tax it. If it continues to move, then regulate it. If it stops moving, then subsidize it.
This article references the US, but Australia is further down the same path. Read it and weep for a wonderful and fun industry that provided millions of jobs for young Australians as they paid their way through university, and dramatically raised the quality of life in Australia.