"During the summer months years back I would spend them at "House Molino" a house located just around the corner from Joe Josts. Most every morning I would crawl out of bed with only one thought on my mind - is Joe Josts open yet? Once the doors of Joe Josts opened up I would perch up on a barstool and order a picked egg with pretzels and a schooner - it was a beautiful way of life. I look back on those days at Joe Josts as some of the most important and memorable of all, I truly believe Joe Josts has made me what I am today - an International Playboy. Looking forward to my next visit."
"I was searching the web when I found your site, and I thought "This name is Mennonite" A place to visit, a place of fun a tavern in name where the West was won. I'd like to see this place of yours, after I've finished my evening chores, I'd like to see what it's all about as I show off my surname clout But I'm in Kansas, beneath a tree, far away from the big blue sea. When I get there I will boast, That my name too, is the name of Jost. I will soon ask for a shirt you sell, and pay the money just as well. I am happy and glad to find a shirt and tavern with a name like mine. Thanks,"
"First let me say that I have been raised with the knowledge and from pictures and stories about this bar. My father used to bartend there in 1971-1973 while he went to Long Beach State and ever since I have been little I have been raised on the stories of "Joes" He took me there as a kid and showed me the place, and the picture of him that hangs on the wall over one of the tables. I recently made a trip there from San Diego to visit the bar, because I wanted to show some friends and also I had turned 21, so it was time to enjoy beer and a Joes special with friends. I have to say that it was great and that my friends loved it, they also agree that it's a great place and want to go back soon. Maybe soon I can sit down with my dad and have a few beers ay the bar and talk about old times and what he has witnessed about the place, a shot some stick in the back."
"My association with Joe Jost's goes back to the early 40's. My dad owned and operated a automobile repair business at the corner of Anaheim and Redondo called appropriately, the Anaheim & Redondo Garage. Sharing that property was a Kingsbury gas station. Dad knew everyone in the area and they all relied on him to keep their old "buggies" running during the war years. On Saturdays and during the summer months I was always a fixture at the garage. Dad would frequently buy auto parts at the Old Western Auto Store on the corner next to Joe Jost's which would always mean lunch at Joe's. I was between 7 and 13 years old at the time (1940-1946) and can remember the counter full of "regulars" the barber shop, the pool tables (or was it snooker) the "specials", pickled eggs and those "gross" pigs feet. Dad of course would have his beer. (or beers) One memorable day dad took me next door (after a few schooners) to the Western Auto and bought me a brand new shiny blue Western Flyer bicycle. What a bicycle....what a dad....what days......"
"Just found your web page, and it's very good, brought back many memories. I moved up here five years ago and I'm still having "Joe Josts" withdrawals. I make sure to wear my various shirts on holiday occasions, just had on my "ain't afraid of no pickled eggs" shirt, will follow that with my "Rudolph, Joe O'Josts, and Fourth of July special". Thanks for the memories, and here is a picture, my best side, in Alaska, near Anchorage at the "Portage Glacier", In my Joe's shirt of course."