They say every great bar has a spirit that lives in its walls. For us, that spirit is Uncle Riff.

Uncle Riff was a man forged from grit and fire. He had the wild eyes of a dreamer and hands calloused from spinning records, tuning engines, charming dames, and raising glasses. His auburn curls and thunderous laugh could light up a room, and when he walked in, you felt it in your bones before you even saw him.

Uncle Riff had three true loves—whiskey, women, and the wide-open road. But he wasn’t one to settle. One woman, one town, one song? Too small for Uncle Riff.

When he wasn’t riding his chopper down backroads, he was throwing legendary parties in basements and backyards, always with good whiskey, loud music, and a welcoming table. His gatherings weren’t about polish; they were about connection. About finding joy in the raw, the real, and the unrefined.

That spirit lives on here. Riffs isn’t just a bar. It’s a home for the dreamers, the music-lovers, the artists, and the wild ones. It’s a place where riffs echo off the walls and Uncle Riff’s legend grows with every toast, every song, every work of art shared.

Raise a glass, drop the needle, and let Uncle Riff live on.