Eucla is a roadhouse, which means it's not a town as such. It is a service station/motel/tavern/caravan park complex. It looks like it was built in the early 80s. Everything is pale pinks, slate greys and wood paneling. It has a well-maintained, slightly shabby look to it.
Dinner last night was an over-sweetened pork-and-rice take-away, eaten in the motel room and washed down by diet coke.
Dinner tonight was crumbed Camembert starter, followed by pink snapper on a bed of mashed potatoes with green salad. Washed down by a bottle of icy cold Coopers Pale Ale. It was a welcome (but expensive) change from road-house food I've been eating for 2 days - even counting the surprise chilli sausage roll* at Belladonia.
If you are ever traveling through this area, seriously seriously seriously stop here.
Petrol is cheap, too. Only $1.80/litre.
*I bought a sausage roll, and didn't know it was a chilli sausage roll until after I stuffed the first mouthful in.