Who the fuck does the Cookie doorman/bitch* and he is a bitch tonight think he is?
Last Sunday when I was there, with a select few who managed to drop over a grand in an afternoon, the bar staff were checking that the drinks were OK because they were so hungover and feared missing their tip.
Yet tonight because some of my "party" and we were far from "party" didn't walk in with me were denied entry. When I went back downstairs to advise "they're with me", Cookies' rules, not mine, the door guy was being such an arse I took the party of 10 elsewhere.
This may sound like an arrogant wank of a rant, but Melbourne hospo know who pay their wages, and the staff certainly know where their tips come from. I was so embarrassed that guests from o.s. who were recommended Cookie got turned away with such an attitude. THIS IS NOT SYDNEY.
*This same fucker has let me take my dog in that bar, but apparently tonight, no poms.
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