Welcome to Music Town
The air smells like fries and rebellion. A tip jar labeled “Band Fund” sits beside a specials board scrawled with lyrics instead of prices, and orders are called out like stage names.
This isn’t just your local joint—it’s your pre-show ritual, your safe space, your “meet me there in 10” text. And when that burger hits the table, everything clicks into place.
The staff? Part server, part house band, part heartbroken poet. The regulars? Misfits, runaways, soundcheck survivors.
Nobody here pretends to have it all figured out—that’s the point. This haunt was built for the ones who never quite fit: the quiet kid with flawless music taste, the rollerblader, the zine-maker, the one with the shaved head. Everyone gets a booth. No judgment. No rules. Just burgers, tunes, and the unmistakable feeling that somehow, this is exactly where you’re meant to be.
Welcome to Music Town. May we serve you?
