"I just wanted to say thanks!!! I used to live in California, in Long Beach for about 8 years from 1976 to 1984. Naturally I visited Joe Josts often since I was only a few blocks away. I visited the bar this past Monday for the first time in 15 years. Had me a special and a schooner. AHHHHHH just like old times. There was a breeze at the bar, maybe from a fan or just having the doors open, but anyway the money I had on the bar blew off twice. I finally put it under the wrapping for the special to keep it from blowing off. When the beer and food were gone I said "keep up the good work" and left. I was in the back parking lot getting in the car when the bartender came running out and said " Hey, I think you guys left this $ 15 on the bar by mistake". He was right. It was the money that I had stuck under the wrapper. I tried to give the tender a $5 reward but he would not accept it. Anyway, it was a good deed and I thought I would write to show my appreciation. Near as I remember, the bartender was about 6'2" light hair and worked the afternoon shift. Thanks again."
"Hey, I'm a 3rd generation customer my grandfather took my father here and my father took me here. What an experience. The sandwich and egg god I can still feel the flames. My brothers and I wear our Joe Jost's shirt with Pride. My brother Zach Pricer of the USMC is over seas and he asks us to send him many Joe Josts shirt to share with people around the world. Joe Jost's is a part of our family history and it will be for along time to come. Doug Pricer's baby girl,"
COURTNEY E. PRICER
"As a fourth generation Gray, as well as a fourth generation Joe's customer, I'm proud to be a part of Long Beach history. I'll speak for my my great- grandfather George, my grandfather George, my father Harry, my brother Randy, his son Ryan, and myself when I say, Joe Jost`s has been a big part of our family for over four generations. It's nice to know that rich traditions like these still exist in this ever- changing world. Thanks for the specials, the eggs, the pretzels, the schooners, and most of all, the memories!"
JIM M. GRAY
"Greetings Long Beach! I just wanted to let you know how much I appreciate being able to get online and visit Joe's. I moved from LB to Philadelphia about a year and a half ago after being born and raised in the LB area. To me Joe Jost's is a sweet reminder of home...having spent many of my fondest memories surrounded by my closest friends over a schooner of pale ale, a special, and a pickled egg. Whenever I come home for a visit, you know I'll be in!!"
"Dear Joe, My grandfather, an FBI agent was relocated to Long Beach in the mid 1940's. Joe Jost's quickly became his favorite place. My mother tells stories of my grandfather bringing her there as a young girl and says that at the time she couldn't believe that her father would bring her to such a "rough place." I have been going to Joe Jost's since before I can remember, but I can remember taking gulps out of my grandfather's schooner of Eastside when my age could be counted on the fingers of one hand. I grew up going there on Saturdays after water skiing with my grandfather, uncle, and brother at Golden Shores and the Stadium. As a youngster I used to order hot dogs instead of Specials as my grandfather's face would strain with disapproval. I remember staring at the big patches of peeling paint on the ceiling and wondering what kind of anti-gravity time warp held them up there and kept them from falling. I'm in my late 30's now, and my grandfather passed away years ago. Joe Jost's is where I go when I miss him. I feel him there. (I figure that if he went to heaven, that's where he'd be.) When I'm having a bad day I go there to cheer up. It doesn't matter who I sit next to at the bar, it's always a real Long Beacher that I feel an affinity with. Whenever my firm gets a new manager from out of town, I take them to Joe Jost's to show them the pearl of Long Beach. They usually want to get to know all of us in the office by taking us out to lunch, one on one, at our favorite restaurants. My coworkers generally pick the fancy expensive restaurants on Pine Avenue to impress the new manager with their good taste. They are always shocked at the modest bill from lunch with me at Joe's which amounts to less than their tip on their other lunches! And I think they are honored to be amongst the real unpretentious people of Long Beach. The icing on the cake of the whole experience is when I show my guests how to make a cow out of an egg, pretzels and a pepper. And with the appropriate placement of one more pretzel I turn the cow into a bull. Thanks for the great times and fond memories. I've taken my son to Joe's and hope to bring my grandchildren there as well for their first beer."
ANOTHER FAN IN A JOE JOST'S SHIRT
"My first visit to Joe's was in 1978. I was introduced to my first pickled egg. At the time I thought it was the most disgusting thing I have ever eaten. Twenty two years later and 300 miles away I miss them almost everyday. In my group of friends we even have a tradition when our sons became/become 21. We bring them to Joe's for a schooner, special, and a pickled egg. The only thing I miss about the LA Area is sitting on a Sunday afternoon sitting at the bar, watching the Raider game, with a schooner half eaten special, fresh roasted peanuts and the greatest pickled eggs I have ever had. Thanks for the memories. Hope to be there soon."