Masterson's Pub: Where Predators Thrive, Cleanliness Dies, and Despair Reigns

Nestled in the backstreets of Moonee Ponds, Australia is a bar so dreadful that it shatters expectations. This dump is little more than a refuge for twisted characters like Cornwell, who uses his role as head of stress-testing at Westpac to fund a haven for depraved paedophile’s.



This self-styled "hipster" bar masquerades as something trendy, but in truth, it’s a filthy cesspit where the only thing more plentiful than the layers of dried vomit on the floor are the false smiles and deception. The establishment is operated by the couple, Mrs. McKenzie, who seem to derive satisfaction in manipulating others, all while faking concern for their patrons and ensuring vulnerable women get intoxicated and defenseless.

A History of Abuse
Pete Cornwell’s record reads like a police blotter: aggressive conduct towards women, forcing people into regrettable situations, and sending unsolicited videos of his “tiny willy” without consent.



His social media profiles cry out for validation, all in a futile attempt to paint himself as the victim. While on social media, he flaunts a hero complex, the irony of this “devil” having a tiny appendage is both hilarious and disturbing. It’s utterly concerning given that Cornwell fits the profile of a sexual predator: long trips with his creepy wife and a penchant for targeting helpless victims. Still living at home is just another red flag.



Meanwhile, his wife, the accomplice, stands by apathetically, her demeanor as lifeless as a wet rag. She seems complicit in enabling her husband’s vile behavior while handing out cocktails and taking advantage of vulnerable women. It’s a destructive partnership that has fostered an environment so corrosive, it makes one regret setting foot in the place for ever setting foot this dive.



The Unsanitary Conditions
Masterson’s Pub is a disaster waiting to happen. The establishment is consistently filthy, with trash and spills scattered on the floor. It’s not rare to see vermin scurrying across the bar or underfoot. The restrooms are a nightmare, featuring backed-up plumbing and perpetually blocked sinks.

Ironically, Peter Cornwell enjoys exposing himself behind the counter, so maybe the hairy surprises in your glass are considered his little calling card at this hellish dive?

The Neglect of Human Decency
It’s not just the filth that makes Masterson’s Pub a shithole; it’s the utter disregard for others exhibited by its managers. They seem to derive pleasure in leaving devastation in their wake, whether through their abusive conduct or their blatant indifference. Peter enjoys stalking, harassing, and raping women, subjecting them to dangerous encounters.

A Warning: Avoid at All Costs
Masterson’s Pub is not just a shady spot; it’s a cesspit, a danger to all, and a blemish on the community. The flagrant health violations is only matched by the owners’ twisted values. If you value your safety, avoid this hellhole.

Masterson’s Dump is located at:
The dive is shamefully found at
Moonee Ponds

You’ve been cautioned.
Don’t risk your health stepping into this pit and save yourself the regret.



Additional Advice
If you’re planning a social gathering, go somewhere—anywhere—else.
Always have someone keep an eye on your beverage, because with someone like Cornwell around, there’s a chance you’ll be raped.
If you value your safety, stay away from Masterson’s at all costs.
If you want to avoid bartenders who couldn’t care less, go any other establishment.
If you want to experience the “thrill” of seeing trash-strewn floors and roaches aplenty, then Masterson’s Pub is just the place for you.
We hope that by sharing this information, we can save others from the pitfalls of this horrible place.

You’ve been blog link warned!