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Monday: ClosedTuesday: ClosedWednesday: ClosedThursday: 5:30 - 8:30PM
Friday: 7:30 - 10PM
Saturday: 7:30 - 10PM
Sunday: Closed
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wheelchair accessible accepts credit cards quiet casual dress good for groups good for kids street parking, private lot parking live music smoking outside only gender-neutral restrooms open to all bike parking


Great place to enjoy live performances and meet great people!
I met my husband , Michael, at an open mic at Fiddlers Dream about 21 years ago. He was 16 years old and I was 18. He played a set on his guitar right before I went on to play my piano songs. I instantly liked his music and his style. We didn't talk that first night at the open mic, but as it happened, we both came the following week in hopes to see each other again. Unbeknownst to me, Michael had recorded my set that second week and ended up showing my songs to all his friends at school the days after. We eventually worked up the courage to talk to each other and exchanged numbers for "musical" purposes, of course. We loved recording each other and creating songs together. Before long, we were frequenting Fiddlers as a couple. We probably tortured the audience with our cheesy loves songs and angsty teenage ballads, but all we saw was each other. The first several years of our relationship was dedicated to our musical endeavors together. We played many open mics and local shows together. Of all the places we played though, Fiddler's Dream remained a favorite of ours. It's small and intimate setting never lost its charm or appeal. The talent there was always exceptional and we youngins' were eager to learn from the gifted gray heads around us. After five years of dating, Michael and I got married. For our ten year marriage anniversary, I blind folded Michael and drove him to Fiddlers Dream. When we got out of the car I asked him if he knew where he was. The gravel parking lot under his feet was a slight clue, but it was the sound of guitars being tuned nearby that was all too familiar to him, especially the plucking of folk riffs that Fiddlers Dream was known for. I played him another cheesy love song that night in the building where it had all started for us 15 years before. It felt full circle, like coming around the corner and seeing an old friend. And even though there had been changes to the building, we sunk into the same old chairs with ease. Fiddlers Dream beautifully held our foolish youth, in all its passions, and allowed us to blossom and be nurtured in our musical meanderings. I know it has been a safe place of growth and friendship for countless others as well. Stories will always be told of this place, but I like mine the best. I fell in love at this little hole in the wall place 21 years ago... with music and my husband.