Jeff’s Corner, Where Everybody Knew Your Name

The walls were covered with carpet remnants donated by Dave Cokonougher, and the floor covered with peanut shells. It was a dark little room, formerly a barbershop operated by “Red” Barr. But it was a little lighter when the nail keg-covered lights were turned on, as well as a couple of beer signs and the small TV.

Table tops were old wooden spool ends placed atop single-leg, four-footed table bottoms that never held the tops level, and the L-shaped bar accommodated only seven tall bar stools purchased on Water Street in Chillicothe. Under the bar was a three-tap keg cooler purchased from Marian Wise, and one of the taps spewed “dark” beer mandated by Larry Chapman and a few other beer connoisseurs.

The “beer joint” was Jeff’s Corner, intended to be and mostly was a quiet little neighborhood tavern where folks could gather for a chit-chat and munch on the free salty peanuts and the free over-salted popcorn.

Quiet except for Friday nights, when Jim Fultz – Mr. Taco – would be there concocting his famous fifty-cent tacos and burritos. There was standing room only on taco night, and customers hung onto their padded bench seats along the wall until they had to pee, thereafter losing their prime location.

And visitors’ first trip to the toilet often was a memorable, even embarrassing, trip. The bathroom was large enough only for a commode, a small hand sink and a water heater. There was, however, one blank wall large enough for a six-foot tall poster of a scantily dressed brunette. Covering her torso “where the legs meet” was a hinged toilet seat. At the hinge was a refrigerator light switch, with hidden wires running to a nearby burglar alarm siren.

Whenever a new customer spent a little time imbibing and had to visit the latrine, the regulars would smile at each other and wait. Often, the siren would go off, scaring hell out of the unsuspecting urinator. Most often, there would be a delay before they exited the toilet, and when they did, they were greeted by a round of applause and jeers. Honestly, it was at least 15 minutes before the wife of the bank vice president opened the door to applause. She was very red-faced.

A beer cost fifty cents, but the bartender never quoted that price. It was a “half a dollar.” And you would have enjoyed seeing the expression on the face of a first-time customer when, after handing over a dollar, the bar keep would rip the bill in half and hand back a half-dollar in change.

George Foltz occasionally recalls the time his brother, Digger, brought a group of friends from Indiana into the joint one night. They were sitting around one of the tables when a giant black spider dropped from the ceiling and wiggled in front of their shocked faces. Behind the bar was an old Johnson spincast reel loaded with just the right amount of clear monofilament line. The line ran through a series of screw eyes to the location over the table before it was attached to the fake spider. One click from behind the bar and the spider greeted new customers. With Digger and his friends, it was the topic of conversation for some time.

Jeff’s Corner was the epitome of casual. “Customers” often were required to pull their own beer, especially if they had complained that the “head” was too tall. And many times the proprietor would simply leave the building, drafting one of the customers to be in charge.

Yes, it was an interesting tavern, and an enjoyable visit for most. It opened in the mid-70s and lasted only two or three years. But it still brings flashbacks of enjoyable times and the reminiscing of a brief era of special friendship gatherings.

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7 thoughts on “Jeff’s Corner, Where Everybody Knew Your Name”

  1. I’m sure lots of first took place at Jeff’s Corner. For me, I saw for the first, and only time, a man blow his nose using a flour tortilla. I learned for the first time that a fellow teacher and former bar tender at Jeff’s, knew the lyrics to just about every bawdy limerick known to man. I had my first Jim Fultz “special” taco and learned to never say yes to another one. I met my first, and only, lobotomized piano player at Jeff’s and learned that this man had caused the Xenia tornado. I saw a man walk up to another man and ask for, and be given, the cigar clinched in his teeth. I’d never seen that happen before. But, I got my first job at the Bell Street Creamery, when I was just a kid, blues!

  2. Greg Hilterbrand did the artwork for Jeff’s Corner. He was a sophomore in high school at the time, if I remember correctly.

  3. I also remember many hats hanging from the ceiling, most were traded for beer,aginst the hat owner’s wish’s. But hey, a pitcher of beer for a hat,good trade ! I think all who went there often, could write stories about the memories and the friendships made there. The people from all walks of life sitting,laughing and just enjoying each others stories. Having spent some time behind the bar was a real treat for me. I got to listen to the locals tell their stories.One of the best story tellers was B.T.Brown,a true living history lesson.
    The producers of “Cheers” should have visited Jeff’s Corner !

  4. Of all the stories that can be told about Jeff’s Corner a favorite is the night Jeff, myself, and another fellow locked ourselves in and spent the night. A keg of beer was on it’s last leg so we decided to “kill” it. We filled a bunch of pitchers with beer foam and let it settle back into its amber liquid state. At 5 a.m. next morning we crawled out the front door while the day man at Stewart’s bar, next door, was unlocking his front door and beginning a new day. I don’t remember if we ever got all the foam out of that keg! 🙂

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