Top Shelf Bucks Night
Bucks mission brief
Top Shelf Bucks Night runs on taste, not chaos. It opens with a private whisky tasting held for your group alone: drams from around the world, four pours each, a host who reads the room, an old fashioned in hand and a grazing board in the middle of the table. From there, a reserved table with a beer already waiting, a steak cooked exactly how each man takes it, and a bonus pint that finds only the Buck. Last stop, two hours cordoned off in an underground speakeasy with drinks running free the entire time. Three exclusive venues, your own space held at every one of them, and a night that reads considered because it is.
Game Plan
$199.00 per person, with a minimum of 12 attendees.
Popular Customisation options for this package
Select one to start customising your package!
You're customising this package
Awesome - You are customising this package!
Add or remove things by ticking or unticking options in the list below.
Expecting less than 12 people? Let us know how many lads in the white box below.
All of your package customisations will show up right here!Top Shelf Bucks Night belongs to the crew that wants the send-off run with a bit of taste: mixed ages, mates from both sides of thirty, the older uncles included without anyone dumbing the night down for them. Nobody's turning up in a costume. Everyone's turning up expecting it done properly.
There's no group chat running twelve opinions on which bar might have a table free, no organiser standing at a bar top trying to flag someone down for a round while everyone else is already three drinks ahead. That part of the night simply isn't happening tonight.
It starts with the room held for you and nobody else: a private whisky tasting through drams from around the world, four pours each, run by a host who reads the table fast enough to keep the two blokes who've never touched whisky as interested as the two who already have opinions about it. An old fashioned lands in hand before anyone's had to ask, a grazing board sits in the middle of the table, and the group settles into it properly before anyone's thinking about food.
From there it's a reserved table and a beer already waiting: no queue, no standing around working out where to sit. A steak lands cooked exactly how each man ordered it, fries and salad and a proper pour of gravy alongside, screens running sport in the background for the lulls in conversation. And because it's his night, the Buck's glass gets topped again on the house, one bonus pint that finds him and nobody else.
Somewhere around the second course someone's already reliving the whisky host's best line, someone else is defending a steak order the table's decided to rip into, and the night's found its own rhythm without anyone having to manufacture it.
Every stop runs the same way underneath it: your own space, held and waiting, nobody arguing at a door, nobody splitting the group because half of them got knocked back.
Last stop is two hours cordoned off in an underground speakeasy, the most premium stretch of the night, just the crew, drinks running free the whole time: house spirits, beers, wine, whatever anyone's after. This is where the Buck properly holds court, glass never far from empty, the toasts getting louder and less coherent as the two hours run out.
You didn't spend the night doing headcounts or hunting a table. You were in it, glass in hand same as everyone else, and by the time the last round's poured, the boys aren't thanking you for organising something, they're just telling you it was a good call. Take the credit.
Only one Top Shelf Bucks Night runs per date, and the good Saturdays go early. Check your date before someone else's crew gets there first.