Olivia S.
Google
My son, son-in-law and I went out in Cairns for what was meant to be a fun night. We started at Three Wolves for a cocktail before heading over to Gilligans. At around 10:30pm – barely the start of the night – I was flat out refused entry by a doorman who claimed I was “too drunk.” Absolute joke. I was perfectly coherent, and anyone with eyes could see I was in better shape than half the glassy-eyed backpackers wobbling in ahead of me.
Let’s be real: this wasn’t about intoxication. I’m a well-dressed, 46-year-old woman who clearly didn’t fit the “young, drunk, and disposable” cattle market vibe Gilligans trades on. If you’re not 21, dripping sweat, and falling out of a crop top, apparently you don’t make the cut. Age discrimination much?
We went on to PJ’s and the Woolshed, had an awesome night, and didn’t roll in until 2am – because shock horror, I can actually handle a night out. In hindsight, being rejected at the door was a blessing. Saved me from wasting money at a place that clearly has no clue how to treat paying customers.
Gilligans: thanks for nothing. I won’t be back, and I’ll make sure everyone I know hears about how pathetic and discriminatory your door policy is.