There may be a lot less jelly and nudity all round at the Oxford Tavern, but the spirit of the former topless bar lingers in the poles built into the bar and the Jelly Wrestle shared dessert of jelly, ice cream, waffles and sundae trimmings that you eat with gloved hands.
During the week it’s tacos, burgers, hot dogs and mains with a side of chips, but our favourite time to visit is on weekends when the backyard smoker has been fired up in the leafy, undercover beer garden and you can order brisket, chicken, pulled pork and ribs by weight.
Make it a Sunday and $10 Bloody Marys increase the good time factor by 12 points, though a midweek schooner of Monteith’s smooth cashew nut lager or a Kosciuzko pale ale doesn’t hurt either. On a Friday night unwind with ten buck Margaritas until 8pm, and then hang tight because the Friday night party here provides boogie opportunity that’s lock out free.
The Oxford Tavern might have put its shirt back on, but it’s still a loose collar kind of joint where good times are the whole point.