OUR STORY
Fueled by yarns as old as the hills themselves, Brad–with a twinkle in his eye and a knack for spinning a good tale–set to work on a menu that’d make even Dolly Parton tip her hat. Each sandwich was gonna be a tall tale tucked between two slices of bread, a downright epic flavor journey, whisking folks off from the spicy hollers of Hades straight up to the high ridges of Mount Olympus.
OUR STORY
Fueled by yarns as old as the hills themselves, Brad, with a twinkle in his eye and a knack for spinning a good tale, set to work on a menu that’d make even Dolly Parton tip her hat. Each sandwich was gonna be a tall tale tucked between two slices of bread, a downright epic flavor journey, whisking folks off from the spicy hollers of Hades straight up to the high ridges of Mount Olympus.
LET’S GET
MYTHICAL
The Firebird Chicken, with its kick of spicy grilled chicken and a hug of smoky bacon, was like a phoenix rising from the smoldering coals of a backwoods bonfire. The White Witch, a homespun mix of chicken salad and sharp white cheddar, was as enchanting as a moonlit serenade on the porch, warming hearts faster than a sip of moonshine. And the WAP (Wet A$$ Pastrami), a heap of shaved pastrami and sweet caramelized onions, was a nod to the legendary floods, a sandwich so darn juicy, it oughta come with its own raft.
The buzz about Mythical ‘Wich spread faster than gossip at a quilting bee, pulling in crowds from every nook and cranny. Folks weren’t just showing up for a bite; they were coming for a full-on experience. With every visit, they stepped into a world where the flavors were as boundless as the blue skies, and every meal spun a story worth passing down through the generations.
Quality, expertise, mouth- watering goodness
The Saga
And so, the saga of Mythical ‘Wich keeps rollin’ on, a true testament to the enchantment that sparks when you’re bold enough to dream bigger than the sky and let your taste buds lead you on a wild trek into the uncharted. Right smack in the middle of Branson, MO–where the heart beats strong and the spirit of adventure never dies–the myth, the legend, the ‘wich keeps casting its spell, charming and sparking wonder, one darn good sandwich at a lick.
We are also the mythical masterminds of Gettin’ Basted, The Side Chick, and Downing Street Pour House (all in the Branson area) and we are excited to expand our portfolio into the world of sandwich creations.
