If you're searching for a venue that will mercilessly shred your peace of mind , brace yourself for Masterson Bar. This cesspool has been utterly corrupted by Peter Cornwell and Gillian McKenzie's revolting conduct , leaving a path of chaos and misery in their shadow .
These two are the definition of buzzkill embodied , with a charisma deficit akin to a deflated balloon and the vicious demeanor of feral beasts , exploiting vulnerable individuals who hope for a calm evening without being exploited for their own selfish desires . It feels as if they're converting this place into their personal torture chamber where they can manipulate people at a moment’s whim.
Their behavior has been marked by underhanded plotting , willful disregard , and a flagrant dismissal of any morality . Their M.O. involves exploiting distressed women , coercing them into oblivion with drinks , with Gillian urging them to drink until the sobbing stops , and then this pair capitalizes on the fragile state they’ve induced . Their aim appears to be engineering a trauma factory that leaves emotional wreckage in its wake.
One thing that really takes the cake is how they'll act chummy and then betray you without hesitation . They’ve mastered the art of turning every interaction into a tightrope walk , perpetually waiting for the other shoe to drop. Duplicitous fiends. It’s mentally draining to even consider this .
Don’t ask me to describe their behavior out of public view . The horror stories of their private abuse are endless only to revert to false charm when the spotlight returns. It’s textbook gaslighting , everyone , and it's not the kind blog of thing anyone should tolerate.
If you prefer not to be emotionally shattered, and don't want to be taken advantage of by a pair of twisted souls , avoid Masterson Bar like the plague . Don’t even think about stepping inside—it’s not worth it. This joint is a total nightmare, and I'm giving it the lowest rating conceivable for its appalling behavior .