The Joint Bar — Restaurant in Melbourne

Thank you for your reply.

I appreciate that you offer job opportunities to travellers looking for a unique experience. However, there seems to have been a misunderstanding regarding my recent visit.

During my wait, my perception of the weather differed from what was reported. The evidence you presented did not fully reflect the situation, it was not even clear to you, even the accessories I had with me were not visible in my hand. Hence why I asked for a second check.

If I left the place I didn't want to wait any longer, I was angry about being robbed.

Just to clarify, I am not trying to claim the $30 change I mentioned, which I probably would have spent at your establishment that night. My aim was simply to give my opinion on my experience.

Language barriers can complicate communication and unfortunately some people can take advantage of that. Thank you once again for taking the time to respond to my comment.

I wish you every success!

I am not one of those people who leave this kind of criticism but my experience was not good in this bar. My English is not good, but that doesn't mean I'm stupid and that's what a lot of immigrants suffer from here in this kind of places, they rip us off and rip us off. I am talking about my experience, the waitress pretended that I had paid with a smaller note, she thought I had drunk a lot, but with the bad luck for her that I only had one beer, I noticed, I put the complaint and it was escalated to the manager...but as expected.... The establishment always has to look good, they asked for cameras and showed a video that you can't even see that it's me. You can see a different hand (I had a watch and there was nothing on the one shown).

I asked for more proof and they didn't give me an answer, they took 1 hour and I was tired of waiting, so I did what most people do, resign myself and let them rob you. I left the place.

So I don't recommend the place...

An Unforgettable Night at The joint bar: Where Atmosphere Meets Artistry

If you're on the hunt for a bar that blends creativity, comfort, and cocktails to perfection, look no further than The Joint Bar From the moment you walk through the door, you're greeted not just by the warm lighting and curated soundtrack, but by an energy that says: “You’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.”

The interior strikes that perfect balance between stylish and inviting—think industrial chic meets cozy speakeasy. Whether you’re sliding into a plush booth for an intimate night or gathering around the high-top tables with friends, the ambiance sets the tone for an unforgettable evening.

But let’s talk drinks—because this is where the place truly shines. The cocktail menu is a masterpiece of mixology, with inventive signatures that go well beyond the basics. I tried the best drink ever, a smoky, citrus-forward concoction that somehow managed to taste like a memory you never had but suddenly missed. Each drink is crafted with care, and the bartenders here aren’t just pouring—they're performing.

If you’re more into classics, fear not. Their Old Fashioned is the kind of drink that ruins other Old Fashioneds for you. Balanced, bold, and served with a perfect ice cube that slowly melts into something magical.

The staff? Friendly, knowledgeable, and genuinely passionate about what they do. Whether you're a cocktail connoisseur or someone who just wants a good beer and good vibes, they make you feel like you belong.

Whether you're out for a date night, catching up with friends, or flying solo and in need of a great playlist and an even better Negroni, [Bar Name] delivers in every way.

Bottom line: It’s not just a bar—it’s a...

A Catastrophic Mockery of a Bar

This establishment is an affront to the very notion of hospitality. The bar staff, utterly engrossed in their vacuous prattle, leave patrons languishing in neglect, as if service were a tiresome burden rather than their sole purpose. Their indifference borders on contempt, making every interaction an exercise in patience and regret.

The food? A culinary abomination. Bland, insipid, and assembled with the enthusiasm of a condemned man’s last meal. It is a grotesque insult to the art of cooking, fit only for those who have abandoned all hope of joy.

And then, the DJ—a sonic terrorist with no grasp of rhythm or ambiance. His cacophonous selections drive patrons away in droves, transforming what should be a lively atmosphere into a mass exodus. The moment he takes control, the bar empties faster than a sinking ship.

This wretched place is a masterclass in failure. Spare yourself the agony—never return, and warn others to...