JOCKOS Nipomo

Jenuine Oak Coals Kook Our Steaks

I’m going to squeeze my entire weekend vacation to Pismo Beach down to a three sentence highlight and then focus on JOCKOS! Spent a much need relaxin weekend on the beach, drinkin, mobbin in the 4 through the Oceano Dunes (history lesson), and celebrating a little Mardi Gras DT, San Luis Style. The city of San Luis Obispo ended the 23 year tradition of the Mardi Gras parade by canceling it this year mostly because the up-tight Cottonheads that run this “college” town can’t stand for a bunch of kids to have a little fun and let loose (read too many titties!). So besides my shattering but not so surprising news the rest of my post to you is on this Jewel of a restaurant in a small town south of Pismo Beach called Nipomo.

For those that are not meat eaters, move on from this post. Jockos is the epitome of Bar-B-Q on the central coast! You drive up, middle of nowhere to standard red shack of a restaurant. The crackling fire and smells of the classic “Santa Maria oak” barbecue make any die-hard cowboy’s cheeks leak. This is a find of a place, were the company is all locals and the decor is stocked with stuffed deer, bull, and I think possum on all the bar walls. Make a call in, or drop by, you are waiting regardless…this place is PACKED! We called ahead and this place has a 3 dollar corking fee for wine!!! We brought 3 bottles. And if drinks can’t keep you till you sit, they have a trailer park style collection of plastic rapped garlic sticks or saltine crackers to munch on. But don’t go for the bread. Steak is all you’re gonna order. I went balls out and ordered the New York and the baked potato with everything. Next the waiter goes in the back and hacks off your meat from the bovine and two-handed, flips that slab up on the outdoor grill. Half-hour later you get a plate of the biggest steak I’ve ever tried to finish and an Idaho tater the size of my foot (I have a 11 if you’re wondering). mmmmmmmmm……

No need for steak sauce, pepper, or any other condiment. Perfection. This is a must if you roll though Nipomo around dinnertime, just make sure you leave yourself an extra hour to digest before getting back on the road or face nap-time on the 101. You’ll notice my description runs much like the history of the place. Check out some classic California cowboy tales and check this historic joint out.

History of Jocko’s Restaurant

In 1886, Emery Knotts opened a saloon on Tefft Street in Nipomo. In 1888 a fire burned an entire block in the area of the saloon. The building was relocated to the west side of Thompson Street in the block just south of the present Jocko’s Restaurant.

Emery had eight sons who helped run the saloon or “tended bar” over the years. One of Emery’s sons was Ralph “Jocko” Knotts. Jocko was the second licensed driver in Nipomo, he was also “justice of the Pease”. In 1909 Jocko married Mollie Dallesi. Mollie was the first telephone operator in Nipomo and also a postmistress. Together they raised seven children: George, Patrick William (“Pookey”), Adela (“Sissy”), Marie (“Nunie”), Fred, James (“Beagle”) and Richard.

During the time of prohibition, 1920-1930, Jocko ran a garage and service station in Nipomo. It is rumored that even then Jocko sold booze, white lightin’ and homemade brew out of the trunk of a car.

Sometime during 1926 Jocko and “Bull” Tognazzini (who owned Bull’s bar and restaurant in San Luis Obispo) opened a saloon/watering hole at one end of the garage called “Jocko’s Cage.” During the “flapper forties,” there were slot machines places periodically in the bar. For about a month, there was a card room for poker playing. Jocko ran the bar very successfully until he died in 1952.

Jocko’s son, Fred, ran “Jocko’s Cage” until about 1956. He and his older brother, George, who had assumed operation of Grandfather Emery’s saloon at the end of World War II, joined together and opened a restaurant and bar. They started out serving barbecue on Saturdays and Sundays and provided horseshoe pits under the pepper trees for entertainment. This also proved very successful. Together, they combined their resources at this location. George gave up the saloon operation across Thompson in 1957. Adjacent to “Jocko’s Cage,” on Thompson Street was an old renovated streetcar in which the Arrellanes family maintained a lunch counter, serving tamales and other delicious Mexican dishes. Eventually, Fred and George took over the use for additional seating, since their barbecues had substantially increased their business.

During the late 1950’s this restaurant and bar was one of the most popular dining spots in the county. Jocko’s became well known to visitors who considered it the highlight of their visit to dine there and it continues to be so today. It is not unheard of for people to travel hundreds of miles to get to Jocko’s for the quote: “best steak dinner I’ve ever had”.

In order to satisfy popular demand, George and Fred opened a new barbecue restaurant and saloon in 1962 across the street on the corner of Tefft and Thompson streets in a newly constructed building. They “branded” the walls of their new building with cattle brands of former Nipomo ranches as well as those of current owners. Included is the brand of Captain William C. Dana, original owner of the 38,000 acre Nipomo rancho grant to whose family the Knotts bear a relationship.

An original drawing, drawn by the well known artist, Al Ash, of the cow, deer and baby Jocko the “bull hunter” still hangs prominently in Jocko’s bar. It is also believed that Al Ash gave Jocko his well-known name, which means “monkey”, which he founded during a trip to the Flieshaker Zoo in San Francisco. For years, there were monkeys in Jocko’s bar.

Jocko’s restaurant, first conceived and operated by his sons, George and Fred, in now operated by the late Fred’s wife, Sandy and their son Mike, they carry on the tradition and the name that has brought a modern-day fame to Nipomo.

So, as currently printed outside Jocko’s restaurant”
“Come in and monkey ’round”

Joy in the South Bay…Really?

I‘ve got to give big ups to Rob G, for having me come out and play. I do have to also apologize for going on the decks a little too drunk. I guess since I didn’t practice as much as I had wanted to I tried the liquid courage method to help me through… ohhh no.. Mangazam tells me later, he couldn’t believe the state I was right before I was going on. Well what ever. I had a blast, didn’t train wreck too many times and would definitely like to try and make up for my performance. Which I think I did at Percussion the next week.

If you haven’t been to the FORUM lately you should definitely put this on your to go list, well if you’re in the South Bay. The place is a converted theater, much, like Ruby Sky with out the balcony.
The feel is more chill though with a big emphasis on space to chill, chat and hang out rather than to dance. It’s been remodeled from the old Palace days and looking much better than most SF clubs. The crowd leaves much to be desired. As this caters to the more affluent crowd, there seems to be a reversely proportional number of musically intelligent clientel. No matter, they all get drunk and dance anyways. Too bad there’s not more strippers. Check out the local kids that play up there: Adam12 and Rauser and don’t wear jeans…

Dance is not an answer. Dance is a question. “Yes!” is the answer.
Unknown

I just put my feet in the ground and move them around.
Fred Astaire

The Reds of SF

So just about a month ago *so long before updates* I spent a week in the city with by beloved coworkers for a sales conference. No quotes this time because it actually lived up to its name. I’d love to babel on and on about what I learned, the gossip I heard, and what ever… but this forum is not for work. What we did do was to live it up every night in the City. Staying in the financial district we were walking distance to the seedy side of SF. woo hoo! What a conference.

The crew ended up sticking to a couple of bars, the first called the Red Room, a loungie kinda retro bar (827 Sutter St. near Union Square). This is definitely the type of place suits go to get away from other suits: .50 cent pool and we loaded the place for 5 days straight; they had a company intro written on the wall the last two days we swilled it up. I was witness to several acts of debauchery by my co-workers…I’m not into blackmail *or have a need for it yet!* but it’s always fun to see what your co-workers get into “off-the-clock”.

The top spot for the week was the Redwood Room at the Cliff hotel, owned by Ian Schrager. I’ve heard of this place as much as I’ve heard of the new Matrix bar and XYZ in the W Hotel, SF. Stylish, rich, stuffy and definitely a place to “see and be ‘scene'”. I guess I didn’t notice all that going on. Too busy watching that dent in my wallet get larger, every time I ordered a $9 beer or a $15 jack and coke. At least I drank first at the Red Room and only left $45 short. … Only… Still, I would say the only “fun” I had here was just bull shittin with the out-o-towners.

A few things I noticed about the joint and my time up in the city. Great place to just kick it and not drink, but rather peep watch or sit back and play back gammon with randoms as I picked up a few games. You might run into some celebs here, as I bumped into Slick Willie Brown on the way in.

I noticed the power of a title here as I saw my CEO sell to another like titled silicon exec over a Brandy. That’s all there is to it eh? Light weights should not drink and try to grab cabs, saunas are not good place to drink when you’ve already dehydrated yourself on Captain and cokes, and my my my…do I need to salsa…there really are beautiful women in the Bay Area, they are just all living in SF and only come out during the day. I also need to move soon…

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People who drink light ‘beer’ don’t like the taste of beer; they just like to pee a lot.
Capital Brewery, Middleton, WI

I drink to make other people interesting.
George Jean Nathan