
Address and Contact Information
Address: 317 N Appleton St, Appleton, WI 54911
Phone: (920) 572-8060
Website: https://wiscobars.com/bars/appleton/missfits-tavern/
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$1 Hamms? Goated. DARTS?!!? Goated. Who up Missin they Fits! AHHHH.
As the hidden 8th Wonder of the World, I am profoundly grateful to count this establishment among my hometown’s distinctions. A delicacy of the highest order, it feels less constructed than bestowed, an inspired convergence of atmosphere, character, and purpose that borders on the divine. One could be forgiven for believing it was not built, but revealed.
A composer leaves behind a magnum opus, a painter a definitive masterpiece, Appleton, in turn, offers Misfits. More than a tavern, it stands as a cultural relic and a modern shrine to refined chaos, where intention and spontaneity coexist in perfect balance. To enter is not merely to visit, but to partake in something quietly transcendent.
Last Thursday night, stranded in the swirling chaos that is Appleton, WI weather (seriously, Mother Nature was throwing hands with tornado warnings), I decided to brave the storm and meet the local wildlife — aka the fine folks at Missfits Tavern.
Now, let’s be honest: turnout was… let’s call it “exclusive.” A grand total of four brave souls and one absolute legend of a bartender named Lucia (that’s Loo-SEE-ah, thank you very much — shorten it at your own risk).
Despite the empty barstools, the atmosphere was electric. We jammed to killer tunes, bonded over a game show, and vibed out to an electronic music festival Lucia had playing on one of the TVs — which, fun fact, she was supposed to be attending, but she took the shift so her friend could go instead. That’s the kind of bartender energy we need more of: responsible, yet still cool enough to blast EDM at work.
We laughed. We jammed. We watched The Godfather with subtitles while headbanging. It was like a cinematic rave mixed with small-town Midwestern charm and a splash of existential storm drama.
The drinks? On point.
The bartender? Top-tier.
The crowd? Small, weird, wonderful.
The experience? 10/10, would absolutely dodge a tornado again to vibe here.
Stay weird, Missfits. You’ve got yourself a fan.