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Smitty's Bar, 214 Caledonia St., Sausalito. (415) 332-2637.
Denizens: Marin rats, regular Joes, growing yuppie contingent.
Decor: Real simple --- large space, looooong bar, 4 pool tables, shuffleboard, beer label flags flapping like their Tibetan counterparts.
Entertainments: Pool, people-watching.
Celebrity patrons: Musicians from nearby Record Plant.
Jukebox: 3 for $1. Credence, Sinatra, John Mayall.
Extras: Salty characters.
Jameson's index: $4.
Yes, there was a "Smitty." Originally a beer-bottling plant, Frank "Smitty" Smith, a railroad man, took over the property in 1938, adding a Chinese restaurant. Today, sans the chow mein, Smitty's is owned by John Larkin, Carol and Chuck Keller. "From day one, this place has been a bar," says Larkin. "It used to open at six a.m. for World War II shipbuilders." That would be Marinship, the West Coast's largest such operation. Flagging down busy bartenders can be arduous, but compare that to competing for a quitting-time beer against 75,000 shipworkers. |
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May 24 - 30, 1994
The Pig Feed
At the other end of Sausalito's social spectrum is the wonderfully scuzzy SMITTY'S BAR on Caledonia Street. You can go in there and have a few beers, play some pinball, shoot some pool, and watch sports on TV. The good old boys who come to Smitty's drive pickup trucks, perhaps with gun-racks in the back window, but no guns, just tool boxes. They are real people in a real place in a town which has increasingly become a tourist destination. If Smitty's ever goes, we shall have lost something special.
Saturday, May 14th, was Smitty's ANNUAL PIG FEED out on the street in front of the bar. J.T. (JESSIE) THOMAS came over from Marin City to barbecue the pig. Jessie is a good-humored man, raised in the South. He was wearing a black cowboy hat and a towel around his neck to deal with the pig grease. I said Jessie, it looks as though your pig is ready to confess. He liked that. He and the proprietor had just been discussing who would clean up the street.
One year Jessie rented the economy-model barbecue and burned out the motor turning that big pig, so everybody had to take turns cranking the pig by hand. Jessie barbecues all day, and people can hardly wait.
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