Original Joe's - Original Joe's San Francisco

Original Joe's San Francisco

The first Original Joe's was established in San Francisco by Louis Rocca and Tony "Ante" Rodin in 1937; it is currently owned and managed by Rodin's grandchildren. The restaurant was originally located in the Tenderloin neighborhood and initially consisted of 14 bar stools and a sawdust-covered floor. As business grew, Rocca and Rodin leased a vacant space next to them, which allowed the addition of a full dining room. Later, more space became available next to the dining room enabling the addition of a full bar, which resulted in its final size. It was known for serving people from all walks of life "from the head politician to the head prostitute."

In 2007, the restaurant closed due to a fire. After years of delays, the restaurant reopened in a new location in the North Beach neighborhood in 2012. The location was previously occupied by Joe DiMaggio's and Fior d'Italia. The original Tenderloin location is slated to be marked by one of nine commemorative plates throughout the neighborhood recognizing locations of historical significance.

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