The Vancouver Met Gastown turned out to be the worst experience of an otherwise FANTASTIC weekend. More to come on the weekend, but in short here’s the scoop. If you’re skimming this and looking for a place to head with friends, The Met Gastown is NOT IT.

• We decided to partake in The Met Karaoke
• Despite being a totally crappy venue with flooded women’s bathrooms, overpriced beer, and one too many East Van street people, we decided to stay as we’d heard it was well enjoyed by the karaoke crowd
• This was a bad decision
• Early in the night, Darren - my super smart software engineer friend of over 10 years - was accused by some creepy old dude (who’d spent his night staring at the chests of the ladies in our group) of stealing his wallet. He marched over to our table with the bouncer, and Darren was quick to try to diffuse the situation by emptying his pockets and suggesting the bouncer frisk him to alleviate any misunderstanding. Creepy old dude declared that Darren must have already pawned off the wallet, but that he knew it was him. He disappeared, but this would not be the last of him.
• Sure enough, just when we were settling in to enjoy some karaoke, the cops showed up. For Darren. He was drug outside to explain himself.
• The cops - being intelligent beings unlike the bouncers or creepy regulars of this establishment - quickly realized that Darren really had no reason or motivation whatsoever to steal anything from anyone, and let him go.
• By this time the ladies washroom - by the way - was flooded, disgusting, and down to one barely operational stall. Ladies - be warned.
• By this time the good beer was also gone, and we found our table having to buy the crappy beer at the overpriced value, instead.
• Despite being there for karaoke, we quickly discovered that the loud table of scantily clad regulars next to ours had dibs on anything karaoke. Meaning, our requests were “lost”, and they got to go up repeatedly. Despite this, we cheered and sang along, trying to have a good time.
• Good times, it would seem, were not to be had. One of the slutty girls wearing a bra 5 sizes too small decided to take issue with one of the quietest - but totally hot and therefore an apparent threat - girls at our table. She declared that she had insulted her, and immediately brought over the bartender (her friend) to kick us out.
• Oh yes! It was stated that the hot but quiet girl at our table was *causing a scene* and that - despite there being almost 20 of us and having spent literally hundreds of dollars there, tipping very well I might add - our entire table was kicked out.
• One of the nice bouncers - who had been right by our table the entire night - was asked WTF and he had literally no idea why we were being asked to leave, but it was out of his hands. Slutty bartender girl and her slutty under clothed regular friends, it seemed, had the run of the place.

SO - at the end of the day here’s the scoop:

• The Met Vancouver has disgusting bathrooms. If you are a girl, I would really avoid it.
• The Met Karaoke is not first come first served, the regulars have the run of the show - most likely due to giving the bartender head in the flooded bathroom
• Indeed, don’t be fooled by the Met’s Gastown location - you are in East Van, with all the people who go with that statement
• Despite spending hundreds, tipping like mad, and being the best patrons you can be, you may just find yourself kicked out because you were apparently classing up the joint just a little too much.

There are many more things I could say, but these people say it best!

- Kimli agrees The Met Vancouver Sucks in unspeakable ways

- Darren is no longer allowed to choose venues, especially when it comes to Vancouver Karaoke

- Shan is still reeling after her The Met Pub experience

- Amanda, despite this all being a last-night-in-Vancouver night out, will not be forgetting her Met Pub Karaoke experience soon

- Josh, like everyone else, thinks this experience of Vancouver Karaoke is best forgotten

- And finally, Reilly has also decided that the Met Pub Vancouver is one place best left to the east vancouver street people and their underdressed friends

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