“This place is amazing in the sense that, this bar is in the middle of a tough and colorful area of Long Beach and when you walk in you’re brought to this historical landmark where little has changed in a century. White collar families, business men, grand parents to local joes all hanging out drinking Pabst beer and eating pickled eggs.

I don’t know what it is, but I would never buy Pabst Blue Ribbon beer at the grocery store or order it at any bar nor do I seek out pickled eggs in any other venue, but there’s something about being served and ice cold Pabst beer in a schooner and gnawing on one of their famous pickled eggs with a sprinkle of salt and pepper that just makes me smile.

It’s fun to go there on a late Sunday afternoon and play pool in the back room.

If I didn’t know any better, I ‘d swear that there’s a secret brotherhood amongst their patrons. My clue is their T-shirts. It doesn’t matter where you are, you could be on a beach in Puerto Vallarta or walking the streets in SoHo and if you’re wearing a Joe Jost’s T-shirt, there is a high probability that someone (usually a middle aged caucasian man) will walk up to you and say hello.”