ROAD TRIP!

ATLANTA ROAD NOTES: IRON SKILLETS & WILD DREAMS

Some roads take you far from home, but closer to your purpose.

We packed up and headed south, chasing down that wild glimmer of a vision that’s been tugging at our sleeves for months now—a music venue wrapped in food and stories. Atlanta was our map dot this time, and Lord, did it deliver.

We spent the better part of two days weaving through warehouse rows, running our fingers along cast iron skillets the size of a steering wheel, sitting in barstools that felt like they could hold a thousand tales, and pulling open the heavy doors of vintage fridges that might just hum old gospel tunes if you listen close enough. We were lookin’ for the bones and heartbeat of our future place—and piece by piece, we found ‘em.

In between all the bolts and brass, we made time to wander into venues that echoed the vibe we’re after—places with scuffed floors, deep laughter, and the kind of lighting that makes strangers feel like kin. You know the kind. We took notes, swapped visions, and added a few more dreams to the pile.

But the best part? We inked the deal with Chef Rob and George—our two culinary brothers who are as fired up as we are to build something that’s more than just a restaurant. It’s a gathering place, a celebration table, a little honky-tonk altar to good food and real music. Signing those papers felt like the first chord of a brand-new song.

We’re tired in the best way—hearts full, hands ready, and eyes set on the mountain ahead. The road’s rising to meet us, y’all. And I swear, it smells like cornbread and new beginnings.

Stay close,

Team Wayfarer