The Alderman — Restaurant in Melbourne

Further comment: The Alderman bullied me again into deleting this post as they are aware they cannot delete this public shaming, My own son won't talk to me and he too has been cancelled because of this public shaming, fortunately for me the truth of this matter is now being spoken in public, you can't hide from God

Note: Hi Eugene, I’ve emailed you and willing to meet you, and under the rule of law and honesty, if I’ve done wrong then we should take this matter to the police, however if I haven’t then I shouldn’t be publicly shamed in this way.. Which I intend to seek legal representation against your establishment as this is cyber bullying

⭐ One Star (but I wish I could give a 10,000 minus) I visited The Alderman on Lygon Street in Brunswick East last night after playing a composition at Tempo Rubato, hoping to sit quietly and reflect while enjoying a glass of wine and whiskey. My experience, unfortunately, was soured by the interaction I had with one of the staff members.

I began a friendly conversation about philosophy and resonance—something I’m deeply passionate about—but was met with condescension and a tone that reflected a deeper issue: toxic masculinity. I respectfully called it out, and the situation escalated unnecessarily.

Despite maintaining calm, polite etiquette the entire time, I was suddenly told the staff member was “on the phone with the owner” and made to feel unwelcome. I wasn’t loud, disrespectful, or disruptive—I was simply looking for a place to sit, listen to music, and connect with the moment.

While I’ve left a one-star review, the truth is I would give this place a 10,000 minus if I could. That’s how deeply disrespected and disappointed I felt in an environment that should welcome expression, intellect, and peace.

It’s disheartening to see a space that could be a beautiful cultural hub instead gatekeep its environment in such a narrow, dismissive way. A bar should be a place where all kinds of thinkers and feelers are welcome. Unfortunately, last night proved that this is not yet the case here.

Hi Eugene, I’ve emailed you and willing to meet you, and under the rule of law and honesty, if I’ve done wrong then we should take this matter to the police, however if I haven’t then I shouldn’t be publicly shamed in this way..

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