The Edinburgh Castle Hotel — Restaurant in Sydney

The worn pub door creaked like a rusty gate, heralding the arrival of two friends, Mick and Terry. Mick, with his sun-drenched skin and calloused hands, clutched an empty stubby like a talisman. Terry, ever the joker, winked at a faded beer poster as they crossed the threshold.

"Schnitzel heaven awaits, mate," Mick bellowed, his voice a foghorn in the dimly lit room.

But heaven wouldn't be serving tonight. Bruno, the barman, a man built like a bulldog in a stained vest, met them with a glare that could curdle milk.

"Drop the bottle, mate," Bruno growled, pointing a meaty finger at Mick's empty trophy. "No outside drinks."

Mick flinched, surprised. Terry chuckled, "It's empty, big fella. Just needed to chuck it before getting serious."

Bruno didn't budge. "Rules are rules," he barked, his voice devoid of humor. "Out you go."

The air hung heavy with disappointment. The schnitzel dream, the clinking symphony of schooners, all shattered by a discarded stubby and an inflexible rule. Mick shoved the bottle into his pocket, simmering fury replacing his thirst. Terry's smile withered, like a flower in a drought.

They stumbled out, back into the night, Mick's empty bottle clinking accusingly against his leg. The pub's warm glow mocked them, a beacon of revelry they were denied.

"Stupid rule," Mick mumbled, kicking a pebble with a force that belied his words.

"Yeah," Terry agreed, but his voice lacked its usual spark.

They wandered on, two shadows adrift in the city's neon maze. Every pub sign, every clinking laughter was a taunting reminder of the schnitzel stolen from their grasp. The night stretched endlessly, punctuated by the hollow ache of unfulfilled hunger and the bitter tang of resentment.

Years passed, but the memory clung to them. When life felt particularly bleak, when laughter tasted hollow, Mick would pull out the empty bottle, a testament to a night where friendship faltered and joy curdled under the weight of a petty rule.

The schnitzel remained uneaten, a phantom feast forever lodged in their throats, a symbol of a night when two friends lost more than just a beer. They lost, for a time, the spark of shared dreams and the laughter that could drown out the world's noise.

And that, perhaps, was the most tragic...

Management, We were lucky enough to meet the overly threatening and aggressive doorman that you had employed last night at around 10pm. After a member of our party had been told he would be refused service, we all politely made our way to leave (this all happened within a few minutes of getting inside and long before being served). Just prior to being asked to leave, my fiancée had popped into the restroom and i felt that the right thing to do was to wait for her so that she knew where we all were (her phone had died and so I couldn’t text / call her). While the person whom had been refused service and the rest of our group waited outside, the doorman decided in his wisdom that it was the right thing to do to physical threaten me and then my fiancée in an attempt to assert his superiority and get me out of the bar. After politely explaining the circumstance, he continued to get ever more aggressive which only made me more concerned about leaving my fiancée in a bar where there was such hostility (particularly given that he would be between myself and my fiancée should he actually decide to make good on his physical threats of forcefully removing her). Fortunately, after being man handled to the front of the bar, and trying to make it clear to the doorman how unreasonable this situation had been handled, one of the female staff from inside came out to see what was happening and after spending ten seconds understanding the situation, she was mature and thoughtful enough to help. That was very much appreciated. To the doorman, you are totally within your right to fulfill your job but the immaturity and aggression with which you did it was unjustified and unreasonable. Your threats were poorly thought through and I hope that your employers take my comments into consideration when deciding how many shifts to give you...

To share my two cents brought up my issues with Maddie the manager after numerous issues with Aron that majority of the staff had issues with. I've learnt not to address actual issues with management cause the default is order security to remove you. Looking at the reviews it is time for the new company to take over . Wipe staff excluding gaming staff and security as they are lovely and I'd like to think that my chat with Maddi the manager didn't directly cause my staff to removed literally 5 minutes after I'd addressed a nearly 2 month issue that I've had with Aron but it was addressed and the I went to the toilet and we were being edjected. Shame that it's literally about the money as I was more than ok to feed money into their pokies, bring my team along. With full transparency that if they caused a scene as I know they are not innocent always and I said this but in summary bye bye to old staff and I hope the good beer company can really review who is working there before reopening. As it used to be a vibe and we loved it but now it's a give us money or go away as we don't care. If this does get to anyone important in good beer company I would suggest keeping security and junior floor staff but wipe the rest. Aron is toxic and I'd believed that maddi heard me out but boom 5 minutes after addressing issues with her and went to the toilet and we were all ejected. Hopefully it can be...