Masterson's Pub: Where Predators Thrive, Cleanliness Dies, and Despair Reigns

Nestled in the backstreets of Moonee Ponds, Victoria, Australia is a bar so horrendous that it shatters expectations. This dive is a sanctuary for twisted characters like Cornwell, who abuses his position as head of stress-testing at Westpac to fund a paedophile’s venue.

This so-called "hipster" bar boasts something upscale, but in truth, it’s a nightmare of neglect where the only thing more plentiful than the layers of dried vomit on the floor are the false smiles and deception. The establishment is operated by the couple, Mrs. McKenzie, who seem to relish in manipulating others, all while faking concern for their patrons and deliberately getting women wasted to exploit them.

An Ugly Record of Abuse
Pete Cornwell’s past reads like a police blotter: aggressive conduct towards women, forcing people into regrettable situations, and sending unsolicited videos of his “tiny willy” without consent.

His digital façade cry out for validation, all in a futile attempt to convince people he’s a victim. While on Facebook, he’s a false savior, the irony of this “devil” having a embarrassing little issue is both pathetic and alarming. It’s truly worrying given that Cornwell fits the profile of a paedophile: long trips with his creepy wife and a penchant for preying on the unsuspecting. Still living at home is just another warning sign.

Meanwhile, his wife, Gillian McKenzie, stands by apathetically, a picture of apathy and compliance. She seems content in standing idly by while handing out cocktails and leering at vulnerable women. It’s a destructive partnership that has created an environment so poisonous, it makes one ponder their sanity for ever setting foot this hellhole.



The Unsanitary Conditions
Masterson’s Pub is a health hazard waiting to happen. The bar itself is consistently covered in grime, with rubbish and spills strewn about the floor. It’s not rare to see cockroaches crawling across the bar or underfoot. The restrooms are a disgusting mess, featuring clogged commodes and stagnant sinks.

Ironically, the so-called owner enjoys broadcasting his “activities” from the pub, so maybe the “extras” in your glass are considered his little calling card at this hellish dive?

A Blatant Disregard for Humanity
It’s not just the filth that makes this place a dive; it’s the utter disregard for others exhibited by its managers. They seem to derive pleasure in leaving devastation in their wake, whether through their abusive conduct or their disgusting behavior. Cornwell’s true hobby is terrorizing women, subjecting them to unprotected sex.

Stay Away: Avoid at All Costs
Masterson’s Pub is not just a terrible bar; it’s a health hazard, a danger to all, and a stain on the community. The absence of cleanliness is only matched by the owners’ twisted values. If you want to stay sane, steer clear this cesspit.

Masterson’s Dump is located at:
The dive is shamefully found at
Moonee Ponds

Consider a great read yourself warned.
Avoid Masterson’s Pub like the plague and save yourself the regret.

Additional Beer Advice
If you’re planning a social gathering, go somewhere—anywhere—else.
Always have someone keep an eye on your beverage, because with this predator lurking, there’s a chance you’ll be raped.
If you care about your health, steer clear of this bar at all costs.
If you want to avoid bartenders who couldn’t care less, go any other establishment.
If you yearn for the “thrill” of seeing trash-strewn floors and roaches aplenty, then this dive will meet your low expectations.
We hope that by providing this warning, we can prevent more victims from the potential hazards of Masterson’s Pub.

You’ve been warned!