Nevada City, CA — Nevada City’s beloved local self-serve restaurant and watering hole, formerly known as The Willo, was at the center of an unexpected controversy. The whirlwind began after a fleeting visit from the famed band Wilco and spiraled into a saga with the whole town buzzing.

After the star-studded encounter, the proprietors of The Willo, in a surprising move, decided to rechristen their establishment as The Wilco. Inspired by the band’s brief presence, the new name seemed like a harmonious tribute. However, not all chords struck well with the locals.

Amidst the many reactions, Toby “Doob” Carnevale, a town local, admitted his ignorance of Wilco’s tunes until the bar’s renaming saga.

“After giving them a listen, they’re not that bad,” he commented casually, shrugging off the brewing storm.

However, not everyone mirrored Carnevale’s laid-back approach. Sunshine “Missy” Lions, a Ridge local, was visibly miffed.

“If change was in the air, why not a nod to our rich local heritage or a whimsical pun?” Missy lamented her disapproval of the new name as palpable as the tension in the air.

Amidst the turmoil, Wilco, seemingly unaware of the ripples their presence had caused, issued a statement. They apologized to the Nevada City locals, clarifying their intention never to stir the pot.

In the meantime, a twist unfolded outside the now-controversial restaurant doors.

Tapping into the collective disgruntlement, Jeremy Sanders began peddling ‘I hate Wilco’ shirts. This entrepreneurial spirit caught on like wildfire, sparking a makeshift marketplace at the Sierra Super Stop in North San Juan. Locals joined in, vending an array of merchandise ranging from bespoke bongs to paper airplanes, as if to say, ‘Take that, musical interlopers!’

Despite the uproar, the restaurant’s owners stood firm, their resolve unwavering. The music had touched them, and no amount of local dissent seemed to sway their stance. That was until a poignant revelation surfaced. Jay Bennett, the muse behind the renaming fiasco, had been fired from Wilco. Struck by this discordant note, the owners, in a dramatic volte-face, decided to revert to ‘The Willo.’

The Willo shut its doors for a day, not in defeat but mourning. A period of reflection, perhaps, or a silent tribute to the unforeseen plot twists in their musical homage. When prodded about the whirlwind of events and their newfound aversion to Wilco, the owners offered nothing but a cryptic head tilt and shake – a silent ballad to the unpredictable rhythm of life in Nevada City.