The Carlton Club — Restaurant in Melbourne

Went here for a night out with some friends and a man started coming up to girls in our group, grabbing them from behind and overall being a creep. For 15-20 minutes this continued after multiple women had tried to politely decline, so I went up to him and told him to leave us alone. This caused him to swear at me, forcefully push me with two hands in the chest, did the same to my friend, and once again to me before walking out of the bar.

I asked security why they were so quick to kick out another man who had taken his shirt off but didn’t step in when this guy was continuously harassing and getting physically aggressive with multiple women, no one even asked us if we were okay after. I was told “we didn’t see it, the man has been removed, what else do you want us to do”. The other short bearded bouncer said to me “would it be okay if a woman was getting physically aggressive towards a man?” (huh?) and when I started crying because I was really upset with their reaction, he said “seems like you’re pretty good at turning the waterworks on and off whenever it suits you”.

I have never in my life been treated so horribly by another patron, but especially by security, at any establishment that I’ve ever been to. Appalling.

When I asked to speak to a female manager, I was directed to Georgia and she heard me out patiently, was super helpful and receptive, and said she’d look at the security footage to see if there was anything else she could do - she handled this situation kindly and professionally, as it should have been from the start. If this was a Georgia review it...

Is there anyway to give this place 0 stars? Don’t know where to start. Came here for a comedy night, which was initially great, to then be subjected to the worlds worse/rudest cocktail maker (shaved hair and thin chap) who not only had a terrible attitude but spoke to all the customers in the area like rubbish before preparing the worlds most watery cocktails. Terrible. Sitting back down we end up having a burning hot candle poured over our heads, in addition to an expensive handbag, but thought hey ho these things happen. We did want to mention something to security bearing in mind we had no idea who threw it so got up to speak with the bouncers, from which our half drank espresso martini’s (x4 = $84) were cleared up! The bouncers spoke to my partner like we were back in the 60’s saying that ‘I’ll deal with your boyfriend, you need to calm her down’ after her calmly mentioning not only that her expensive bag was ruined but also that our drinks were cleared up half drank because we were reporting someone throwing a candle over us! The ‘Manager’ then comes down from the ivory tower stair way after ‘reviewing’ the CCTV saying it was a girl who was unaware that she had ‘spilt the candle’ and that we’d be best set discussing further out the front? We were then all escorted out and refunded a completely random and pitiful amount of money to keep quiet. Shocking treatment, especially from ‘Russ’ the bouncer who is a misogynistic self entitled idiot. Go here if you want candle wax over your head whilst you sip terrible cocktails served up by...

Good location and nice vibe but some of the staff are a joke.

I had an incident where I was on the balcony/outdoor area (late Saturday night). My friend had already left, so I checked my phone to see if she got home safely (as other women would know, this is a common occurrence to check on your friend when travelling alone).

One of the bartenders (I know he was a bartender as he had served me earlier) was nearby while I was on my phone, and for an unknown reason started to verbally abuse me for being on my phone, stating that I was 'clearly just a self absorbed millennial obsessed with (my/your) looks and Instagram likes' and to 'get off (my/your) phone and be in the present'.

Firstly, he looked no older than 22 so I am not sure why he is abusing me when he was clearly much younger than me, so the whole 'let me discriminate her for being young' kind of thing didn't make much sense (I am 33...).

Secondly, like I said I was checking to see if my friend got home safely. Even if I was on Instagram, I am not sure why this would have bothered him so much? Considering he was flocked with young girls who were all on their phones, I would have thought he would also have told them off?

It was a really odd and...