Steaks & Stags
Bucks mission brief
This is the Bucks night that fires on all burners. Kick off with a beer tower that turns your table into a brewery and the lads into thirsty champions, then head to dinner where steaks hit the table thick, hot and worthy of a proper carnivore. And just when the boys think the flavour journey is done, a bombshell arrives to sear a memory straight into the buck’s soul. For a Bucks group of 7 wanting meat, mayhem and a finale dripping in stunner energy, Steaks & Stags slices the competition clean in half.
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$249.00 per person, based on 7 attendees.
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All of your package customisations will show up right here!There are Bucks nights… and then there are Bucks nights that feel like the lads have been released into the wild with nothing but bad decisions and protein cravings to guide them. Steaks & Stags is built for the crew who want to feast like kings, drink like maniacs and finish the night with a finale so spicy it should come with a fire blanket. This is not a polite Gold Coast send-off. This is a primal, rowdy celebration served rare, reckless and utterly unfiltered.
Your night kicks off at our sports bar and beer garden, where the two-hour reserved table is waiting like a private enclosure for a pack of hungry stags. No standing shoulder to shoulder with strangers. No circling tables like dehydrated deer hoping someone leaves. No leaning on sticky benches pretending it is comfortable. The space is yours from the second you walk in, and the lads settle instantly. Then comes the first triumph of the night. A towering beer monument lands on the table with the impact of a keg slamming into the turf, and the boys react exactly how you would expect. Loud cheering. Overconfidence. Someone declaring this is the greatest invention in history. Well, we don't disagree, mate. The tower pours fast, the banter gets reckless, and suddenly your group is behaving like a documentary crew should be following them.
Once the beer tower has been well and truly conquered and the buck has begun overestimating every life skill he thinks he has, the stags charge toward their next feeding ground. Your reserved table at our bar and bistro is secured long before you arrive, sparing you from the usual wandering, awkward loitering and staff quietly hoping you leave. The drinks hit your hands immediately, with the buck scoring his bonus drop like the alpha of the herd, and then the feast arrives. Steaks. Real steaks. Proper thick slabs of perfection paired with chips and the sauce every lad claims is the superior choice. The first cut into the meat sends a collective sigh around the table. The stags devour, the plates vanish, and conversations shift from normal banter to full carnivore bravado! Someone announces they could run a marathon now. Someone else claims they could lift a car. No one believes a word of it, but the confidence is outstanding.
By the time dessert-level delirium kicks in, the boys are full, fired up and absolutely primed for the final stage of the night. The one with lace instead of plates.
Your group steps into our premier strip club with complimentary entry, gliding straight past every other Bucks group still negotiating like confused cattle at the gates. You enter with purpose, expected and welcomed. A little too excited. Inside, the lights drop into a slow-burning glow, the room feels warmer than it should and the music hums with wicked promise. The anticipation spreads across the table instantly. The stags can sense what is coming.
Then she appears. The bombshell. The temptress. The kind of woman who could silence a stampede. Her private performance begins with the confidence of someone who knows she owns every molecule of air in the room. She moves slowly, teasing, playfully, drawing every gaze into orbit. The boys forget to breathe. The buck knows something bad and beautiful is coming. And he is absolutely right.
She calls him to the stage, and the room erupts. The lads are gone. Laughing, howling, slapping the table like they are witnessing the single greatest moment of their adult lives. The buck climbs up, already regretting everything. She hooks her fingers under his shirt, tears it off and pulls him into a lap dance so intense, so filthy and so wildly over the top that half the group nearly drop their drinks. Someone cries from laughter, someone else films it, and someone will never mentally recover! The buck looks like a man experiencing joy, fear and spiritual confusion all at once. It is magnificent.
When he eventually stumbles back to the table with the shaky grin of a stag who has faced a predator and survived, the boys know one thing. This night is legendary.
And as the music thumps and the laughter carries on, the lads soak in the fact that you are the mastermind behind a Bucks night that delivered more heat, more meat and more chaos than anyone expected.
Steaks & Stags is not just a night out. It is a feast of flavour, feral energy and bombshell brilliance designed to carve itself into the group’s memories for years. When a stag is about to be domesticated, he deserves one last run through the wild. Call us on 1300 339 734 or reach out via Our Contact Form to secure your night, because a feast this reckless only belongs to the first group smart enough to claim it.