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The other day Barry and I went to the Lounge near Melbourne Central and ordered food, but then we were asked for identification, which was a bid odd since I have never heard of being asked for ID there and we weren’t ordering any alcohol
Anyway Barry produced an ID card and this rough conversation followed:
'we don't accept these'
'we don't accept foreign drivers licenses'
”that’s not a driver’s license this is what I use for my visa and phone and internet accounts it should be good enough for a restaurant’
'we don't accept foreign that either'
'then how do foreigners eat here'
'a passport will do'
'I need a passport to eat at your restaurant'
And then we had to leave the restaurant because foreign uni students or not we don’t carry our passports around everywhere :’)
Unfortunately I poked a bit into the legal things and while this really isn’t my area it does seem like they were completely within their rights to do that
:’) ah well