Steaks And Strips
Bucks mission brief
It starts at a modern bistro with your table already held: the Buck's handed his own ice-cold jug the second he's through the door, pool cues up and the banter running before anyone's finished their first sip. Next, a classic pub done properly, solid wood and a full house, first round poured for every man before the T-bone lands: 350 grams each, sides sorted, no waiting. The Buck gets his own bonus round on top. Then a stylish pub, your space reserved and waiting, another jug finding the Buck alone. It ends with a private thirty-minute show, two performers making sure he's the only man in the room that matters. Reserved everywhere, all night, and the only thing you had to organise was showing up.
Game Plan
$179.00 per person, based on 12 attendees.
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All of your package customisations will show up right here!Steaks And Strips runs four venues deep in one night, and every single one of them is expecting the crew before the first drink's even ordered.
Nobody's standing on a footpath scrolling for the next spot. Nobody's the mate stuck working out where ten blokes actually fit on a Saturday night. It's already locked in, door by door, table by table.
It opens at a modern bistro spread across three levels, your seats held before you've even walked in. The Buck's handed his own ice-cold jug the second he's through the door, and the pool cues are up before anyone's finished their first sip. Banter flies across the table, freeplay running the whole time, the room doing exactly what a proper Saturday night should.
Then it's time to eat properly. The crew rolls into a classic pub built the old way: solid wood, a fully stocked bar, the kind of room that means business the moment you're through the door. First round's already poured, a schooner or a spirit and mixer for every man, no one's shout, no one's wait. Then the main event: a 350-gram T-bone lands in front of every guest, salad on the side, a choice of sauce, a choice of creamy mash or chips, the kind of plate that shuts a table up for ten minutes straight. The Buck gets his own bonus round on top, house spirit or house beer, his call.
Stop three is a stylish pub with the crew's own space reserved and waiting, no hovering, no hunting for a table. Another jug lands, and again it's the Buck's alone, a second round in his hand before he's properly sat down.
The night's final stop is a private thirty-minute show, just for this crew, two performers giving the Buck the kind of attention that turns every head at the table. This isn't a stage he's watching from the back. He's the reason the room's doing any of this.
And while he's up there getting made to feel like the only man worth the attention, nobody's asking who put the night together. They already know. You booked four venues, four reserved spaces, and never once had to ring around, argue at a door, or explain to anyone why ten blokes were about to walk in. The crew spills back into the main room afterwards, no clock ticking, no one checking a watch to see if it's time to call it.
Four doors, one crew, and a finish line nobody's actually drawn: that's the whole run, and only one crew gets it per date. Check your date now and see if it's still open for the night you want.