Rochester Reformatory

The Driftwood sits near the end of a quieter downtown street, marked by a hand-painted sign and a pair of string lights that stay up year-round. It’s a local bar with a casual, easy atmosphere—worn-in booths, a polished wooden bar, and a jukebox that still takes quarters. Inside, regulars come and go without much fanfare, sliding into familiar seats or lining up at the pool table in the back. A dartboard hangs by the door, and the chalkboard above the bar lists a short menu of drinks and light snacks. Most nights are quiet and comfortable, though local bands sometimes play on weekends, setting up in the corner beneath the framed vintage photos and old license plates. There’s no stage, just space. The Driftwood is where friends meet after work, where stories are traded between songs, and where new folks are waved in without question. It’s steady, familiar, and proudly a little rough around the edges—but always welcoming.

The interior is cozy with worn booths and a polished bar, adorned with vintage photos and old license plates. A dartboard hangs by the door, and a chalkboard above the bar lists drinks and snacks, while a pool table occupies the back corner.