North Beach Saloon Culture continued from page 5restoratives. William Saroyan, who knew a thing ortwo about San Francisco saloons, immortalized IzzyGomez’s establishment in The Time of Your Life, his1939 Pulitzer Prize-winning drama.So we’ve established that San Francisco hasalways been a thirsty town. But how about NorthBeach? The answer, of course, is that North Beach hasbeen an especially convivial neighborhood for saloonculture. In fact, it is in this favored enclave where manyof the city’s finest saloons are located. The ingredientsof the fine saloon we’ve already mentioned, as well assome of its other characteristics, are present in manyNorth Beach drinking establishments.Longevity seems a characteristic of goodsaloons. The oldest, continuously operated saloon inSan Francisco is on Upper Grant Avenue at FresnoStreet. It’s called, naturally enough, The Saloon andopened back in 1861 as part of the Fresno Hotel. Butother saloons go way back, or far enough back to haveestablished the cache of permanence. There’s Tosca, onColumbus Avenue. The original Tosca opened elsewherein North Beach in 1919 by two brothers fromItaly. Specs, at 12 Adler Place, right off Columbus, wasa speakeasy during Prohibition. La Rocca’s Corner onColumbus dates back to the 1930s; Gino & Carlo, onGreen Street, goes back to 1942, and Capp’s Corner, atPowell and Green, was established in 1963.And the Washington Square Bar & Grill, foundedby Ed Moose and Sam Deitsch in 1973, just keepsBreakfast& Lunch7 days a week7:30-3:30being reincarnated. The present WSB&G, lovinglyrestored, is under the direction of folk singer-publicanLiam Tiernan.History and myth are ingredients of saloonculture. The story goes that The Saloon was savedin the 1906 earthquake and fire by a water brigadethat refused to put the hotel’s resident hookers outof business. And it’s not hard to believe that, back inthe 40s, a gangland hit took place in the basement atLa Rocca’s.Fine saloons have fine saloon keepers. SpecsSimmons took over this eponymous establishmentin the 1960s. Simmons is a gregarious, left-overbohemian from the days when bohemians stalkedcontinued on page 76 <strong>Issue</strong> #<strong>188</strong> • <strong>Summer</strong> <strong>2009</strong>
North Beach Saloon Culture continued from page 6North Beach. Joe Capp, of Capp’s Corner is a characterwho appears to step right from Damon Runyan’sGuys and Dolls. Newspaper delivery kid, truck driver,boxer with a broken nose, boxing promoter, gamblerand restaurateur, always with a big black cigar stuckin his mouth, and an attitude.And, of course, there was the late EnricoBanducci, of Enrico’s on Broadway, the melodramatic,Italian-American impresario considered by devoteesto have been the Mayor of North Beach. Enricoonce said of his celebrity clientele, “I would play alittle Mozart for them on my violin and sing a littlePuccini (Enrico was a talented classical violinist andoperatic vocalists) and feed them my grandmother’sminestrone. Sinatra liked my ravioli.” What aboutWoody Allen? “He was always too nervous to eat.”While fine saloons share admirable ingredients,they also possess features that make themspecial. There’s the old Wurlitzer juke box at Toscaloaded with Puccini and Verdi, the genitalia of awalrus at Specs, and, at La Rocca’s, the sign over thebar reading “Drink with Dignity.” More substantively,there are 20 beers, stouts and ales on tap at O’Reilly’son Green, and there’s Gino & Carlo’s bi-weekly,family style lunch. All you can eat and a lot of TonySoprano-style conversation.While fine saloons are intended for regularfolks, the rich, famous and infamous often dropby to kibbutz. At Tosca, Nick Nolte, Nicolas Cageand Sean Penn spend time in the private back roomthat once was used by local Italians for card games.At La Rocca’s, Joe DiMaggio dropped in occasionally.,John Huston, Frank Sinatra, Carol Channing, DukeEllington and John Steinbeck often joined the latenight fervor at Enrico’s. Vesuvio regulars included,of course, Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg and BobDylan, but also the violinist Yehudi Menuhin..But the philosophical question that preoccupieshard core saloonists is this: Are the saloons that wehave known and loved a dying institution?To pursue our inquiry we talked to MichaelMcCourt, celebrated San Francisco bartender, behindthe plank at the Washington Square Bar & Grill.McCourt enlightened us. “I notice a renewed interestin saloons,” he stated with conviction. Then he addedwith the bluff assurance only an Irish bartender canmuster, “It’s not just about imbibing—that’s drinkingto you—saloons are also places to engage in the gentleart of social discourse and to find out who has diedrecently.” And then (pause), “Nowadays, people aredying who never died before.”Those who may believe that the saloon culture isdisappearing point to the fact that people don’t drinkas much alcohol as they once did. Certainly healthconcerns are paramount. Nevertheless, the saloonculture is not totally dependent on alcohol. Even formerdrinkers still frequent saloons, sit at the bar andsip soda water. Like many good things, saloons havewaxed and waned over the years. For now, we saloonistsoptimistically conclude that saloon culture ismoderately healthy and the glory days are returning.Ernest Beyl, an occasional contributor to TheSemaphore, is a diligent researcher on the subject ofsaloons and anxiously awaits the return of their glorydays which he firmly believes are right around thecorner. His devotion to saloons is matched only byhis devotion to iceberg lettuce.HELP THE ‘HOOD Shop Locally<strong>Issue</strong> #<strong>188</strong> • <strong>Summer</strong> <strong>2009</strong> 7