Johnny Jackson isn’t a who. He’s a what. He’s the guy just off-stage at the concert, who will know the best restaurant for ribs in the next small town they’re playing in. He’s the guy down the street, who’s tinkering in his garage, fixing whatever vintage motorbike happened to roll into his life. Johnny’s the guy who picked up extra work as a stunt-man. As a lumberjack. As a short order cook. And loved every day on those jobs because he told stories and learned things and picked up an appreciation for how the world works. He’s not about being famous. Or rich. But he loves a great time and being comfortable, without a lot of fuss.
If he happened to inherit a tavern, it would look a lot like this. Bit of this. Bit of that. Some food at the back of the house. The menu names things he loves – movies, places, people – moments. Characters. If you get it, fine. If you don’t, no worries. Pull up a stool, turn off your phone – grab a drink and let him tell you a story. Johnny Jackson is a bar, and it’s lots of fun. The music’s great and the late night food is exactly what you need after a night out. It’s the place for your next birthday party or bachelorette or it’s the place you wind up after someone else’s birthday or bachelorette. Comedy and Open Mic during the week, and the best parties on the weekend with a music mix that you won’t find anywhere else.
Come by and hi
The bar is decorated with some of Johnny’s favourite things. Items he collected over the years bought, gifted and stolen. Drink specials are simple. Whisky or Beer. Or even Whisky AND Beer.
Looking around the bar you will find memorabilia giving a glimpse as to who Johnny was. No item is random, everything has its place and a story.
Framed photo of Jacques Villeneuve spraying champagne on his teammate Johnny Jackson.
A signed copy of “Fast Times at Richmont High” from Director Cameron Crowe to Johnny Jackson.