Prime Cuts & Hot Struts
Bucks mission brief
Prime cuts to start, hot struts to finish: a steak cooked to order, a hidden whisky booth most crews can't get into, and a private club booth with a topless hostess on your lads alone. No best man chasing a table for twelve, no queue, no cover, no bouncer to talk down. The feed lines the stomach, the Buck gets his own bucket of beers, and the last stop has him grinning ringside while the boys line up one final roasting. The talent's ours, so it turns up. Walk straight in at every door, sorted at every stop, and the only riddle left is how you made this happen.
Game Plan
$199.00 per person, based on 10 attendees.
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All of your package customisations will show up right here!Prime Cuts & Hot Struts is the send-off for the crew that likes its night to open on a serious feed and close on a serious show, with the Buck front and centre the whole way. Nobody's ringing round for a table that seats a dozen, nobody's arguing cover charges or working a doorman at midnight. It's booked and waiting before you turn up, and every room's already yours.
Prime cuts first. A steakhouse with sport across the screens and a beer in every hand before anyone's properly landed in a chair. Your table's reserved, the roasting starts on the first sip, and then the plate that matters comes out: a steak cooked exactly how you called it, steak fries, fresh salad and a side of gravy, a feed built to hold ten stomachs steady before the night ramps. The Buck cops a bonus pint on the house, mainly so the boys have an excuse to stand him up for a toast he didn't ask for.
Next the crew slips into a whisky den down a laneway, low light and warm leather, the room that pulls everyone's volume down a touch. Your booth's cordoned off for the crew, the table walk-ins rarely get, a bucket of beers already in it with the Buck's name on the side. He locks onto it fast and doesn't share easy. Two hours, whisky on the bar, someone always keen to shout him the next.
Then the hot struts. Straight past the door, no queue to join and no cover to hand over, into a private club booth that's the crew's for two hours. Topless stunners work the floor, a stage show runs, two drinks each arrive on the house, and your lads get their own private topless hostess minding the booth. The Buck's ringside and grinning like a man who's briefly forgotten a wedding's coming. And this is what holds it all up: the talent's ours, our club, our stunners, our night, so there's no stranger booked online to chase and no wondering out the front whether she turns up. She's on, because we run the room.
And you? You were in it start to finish, steak to pint to the best seat in the house, in the photos instead of behind the phone. Somewhere between the steak and the struts the boys clock that none of this fell together on its own, and the credit lands on you with nothing needing to be said.
Only one Prime Cuts & Hot Struts runs per date, held for your crew and nobody else, never a public night with strangers in the booth. The good Saturdays go first, so check your date before another crew's best man struts off with it.