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Going, Going Gone: The Stag Closes Its Doors

JUST EAT IT

Going, Going Gone: The Stag Closes Its Doors

Jamie Doran

The Stag Hotel

The Stag Hotel

The vegetarians have won.  

15 days out of Mad March, The Stag Hotel has officially closed its doors, advising the public via a message posted to their Facebook page. No longer will ads against drinking too much feature the telltale decor in the background and no longer will the iconic balcony be overcrowded with people presiding over Rymill Park. From now on, designated meeting spots will be 'that place that used to be The Stag'.  

A heritage listed building, The Stag first opened its doors as a hotel in ye olden times of 1852, and with this version of the hotel going into receivership, up to 30 staff have been laid off.  Whilst no official cause has been identified per se, Adelaide punters are blaming the lockout laws as well as a significant decrease of people out and about in the East End.  

The Stag balcony, overlooking Rymill Park.

The Stag balcony, overlooking Rymill Park.

With a ton of new places opening in the West End and whilst the "pub grub" fare isn't dead, it has been overlooked in recent times in favour of fusion cuisine, wine bars and celebrity chefs *cough* Jamie Oliver *cough*.  Whether you were a Stag regular, or simply knew it as a landmark with a lineup and a door charge, The Stag was a staple in every Uni pub crawl, every pub meal list and, at the very least, a tried and true place for a beer to preside over Fringe festivities; or still be in the East End but away from PJ Obrien's on St Patricks Day (don't lie, you know you've been there).  

Australia's Worst Vegetarian Restaurant.  

Australia's Worst Vegetarian Restaurant.  

The Stag was an Adelaide pop-culture icon. To the staff at The Stag, the memories made (and lost) over it's illustrious history, let all of it's past patrons raise our pitchers of Pale Ale and salute you.   

Cheers.