Was it really John Lee Hooker’s joint?

John Lee Hooker’s red leather booth at the Boom Boom Room is still reserved only for him.

SALOONS | CHRIS BARNETT

So did swashbuckling blues guitarist John Lee Hooker really own the Boom Boom Room as a side gig? If you believe the sign above the door, he did. And if you listen to the current owner, Alexander Andreas, he did.

But don’t bet your booty on it.

Fillmore jazz genealogists Elizabeth Pepin and Lewis Watts, authors of  Harlem of the West, say the bar opened in 1933 as Jack’s Tavern and was originally located at 1931 Sutter Street. It was one of the first nightclubs in the neighborhood to cater to African Americans. It was also called Jack’s of Sutter and the New Jack’s Lounge in days gone by.

In 1988, Jack’s Tavern moved to its current spot at 1601 Fillmore, hard by the Geary bridge. A year later, Alexander Andreas — born and raised just off Fillmore and a wannabe filmmaker — landed a bartending job there.

A Marquette University grad, he used to trek during college from Milwaukee to Chicago to hang out at the city’s blues bars and jazz clubs. But his bartending gig at Jack’s quickly proved he would rather be an owner than sling pints and shots. “I was also doing production coordination for TV commercials,” he says, “but if I asked my boss at Jack’s for a day off, he’d give me a permanent vacation.”

Andreas met the legendary John Lee Hooker in 1990.

“It was just after he cut a single with Bonnie Raitt and he walked in the front door with his small entourage — a couple young girls and his driver. John Lee was enjoying himself and I told the doorman to make sure no one bothered him,” he says.

The Jackie Ivory Quartet — which had opened for Junior Walker and the All-Stars — was Jack’s Tavern’s house band. Hooker and his ladies came in every weekend to watch them perform. Andreas saw that the group got the best seats and strong drinks quickly served. “He always dressed in sharkskin suits and wore a Homburg hat,” Andreas recalls.

An unabashed fan who was quickly becoming a groupie, Andreas went to Foster City to catch a Hooker show and the guitarist spotted him.

“You want to come to my shows?” Hooker asked. “Fine, you can carry my guitar.”

He did, carrying the case to every Hooker performance at many venues in the Bay Area. “It was cool. I was part of his entourage,” Andreas says now.

Meantime, Andreas says, the owner of Jack’s Tavern was gutting the club, getting rid of the dance floor, extending the bar. “He was trying to make it a beer bar with 50 taps and an Irish balladeer standing on a soap box. It was just gaudy and tacky, with lots of neon signs from Budweiser and Coors,” he says. “Plus, he was kicking out all the old-timers like Mashed Potato George, Big Earl and Trumpet.”

Disgusted, Andreas quit and looked around for a place of his own. After 18 months of searching the city, he heard Jack’s Tavern’s owner owed back rent and couldn’t get his lease renewed.

Andreas rustled up the money, went around his old boss to the landlord and won the lease. But Jack’s Tavern was by then a tired and tainted name. The new proprietor remembered that Hooker had recorded a song called “Boom, Boom.” Suddenly, Andreas had a name — the Boom Boom Room.

But he needed a partner, preferably one with visibility. “I went to John Lee and said, ‘Wouldn’t you like to have your own club?’ And his answer was, ‘Hell, yes, I would.’ But his business manager shot me down, saying, ‘Suppose someone slips, falls and sues. Hooker would be liable and it could besmirch his name.’ ”

Andreas, whose father is a lawyer, came up with a canny solution. They would use John Lee Hooker’s name and likeness, but he wouldn’t actually invest a dime.

The celebrated guitarist was thrilled. He had his own club with all the perks of ownership — a private booth, fine bourbons — but none of the perils and problems of running a club. Andreas in turn netted plenty of promotional capital that’s still paying dividends today, nearly a decade after John Lee Hooker died.

Photographs by Susie Biehler

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The Elite Cafe: aging gracefully

WHILE 30 YEARS can be more than a lifetime in San Francisco’s ever-changing restaurant world, Fillmore’s venerable Elite Cafe on July 14 will celebrate three decades of serving up New Orleans cuisine in its historic Art Deco home.

And that’s only its third incarnation.

The woody, warm and welcoming spot at 2049 Fillmore is rich in history. It was built in 1932 as a home for the Lincoln Grill, which opened across the street in 1928. Later it was transformed into The Asia Cafe, a chop suey house known to locals as a front for a gambling joint. Dozens of telephone lines were said to run into the basement.

It was also cheap.

“I remember getting a four-course meal — soup, salad and a meat dish with potato and vegetable, finished off with coffee and a dish of ice cream — all for a total cost of 85 cents,” recalls local resident Joe Beyer of his arrival in the neighborhood in the 1950s.

Times have changed, and so has Fillmore Street.

In 1981, Tom Clendening and Sam Duvall — a serial restaurateur who now owns Izzy’s Chop House in the Marina, renovated the space and opened it as The Elite Cafe. The neon sign that had hung out front for decades proclaiming The Asia Cafe was revised and rewired to announce The Elite Cafe. An enduring image is the raw bar with oysters and clams on ice beckoning to passersby in the front window.

The Elite was one of three businesses that opened in 1981, heralding the renaissance of Fillmore Street as a major shopping and dining destination. The others were Fillamento, the home design emporium that closed in 2001, and Vivande, Carlo Middione’s Italian restaurant, which closed last year.

Peter Snyderman took over as managing partner in 2005, doing away with the beckoning bivalves in the front window, but restoring the original mahogany details and adding outdoor seating. Chef about town Joanna Karlinsky revamped the menu, bringing along her signature Meetinghouse biscuits, which were born just up the block, and which remain on the menu still.

 

 

EARLIER: “There’s a reason they call it the Elite

Old friends, new faces at JazzFest

For the 27th time, Fillmore Street will celebrate the Fourth of July by hosting the Fillmore Jazz Festival, this year on July 2 and 3. It’s by far the largest street party in the city, stretching from Jackson Street in Pacific Heights south through the Fillmore Jazz District to Eddy Street. Ruth Dewson, the long-reigning Mayor of Fillmore Street, remembers how the festival got its start.

School’s out forever at St. Dominic’s

St. Dominic's School was dedicated in 1929.

St. Dominic’s School closed for the final time at the end of the school year after more than a century of educating economically disadvantaged children in the neighborhood.

Yet the future for both the school and its Gothic home on Pine Street, erected in 1929, seems filled with promise.

The school has been known as the Megan Furth Catholic Academy, for a major donor, since it merged a few years ago with the Fillmore’s Sacred Heart School, rescuing both from probable closure. Yet even as St. Dominic’s Church leaders increased enrollment and steered the independent school in a more dynamic direction — at a rent of $1 per year — they’ve had their eyes on the building, which sits next door in the church’s parking lot.

Now another merger is in the works. The school will join forces with Mission Dolores School, another endangered Catholic school with declining enrollment, which happens to have an expansive and historic home next to Mission Dolores.

And the church gets control of the school building, which it plans to transform into a new parish hall and community center.

“It’s a win-win-win,” says Father Xavier Lavagetto, pastor of St. Dominic’s.
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Before Paris, the Steins were locals

The rental flats at Washington & Lyon Streets helped fund the Steins' art collection.

A rt patrons Michael and Sarah Stein lived in the Fillmore, then primarily a Jewish neighborhood, before they joined his sister Gertrude and brother Leo in Paris in the early 1900s. So did Gertrude Stein’s longtime companion, Alice B. Toklas.

The Stein family owned and operated some of San Francisco’s many cable car lines, which Michael consolidated and sold. He also built the first rental flats in the city at the corner of Washington and Lyon Streets. It was the income from these investments that enabled the family to collect art and live abroad for many decades. Together they created a legendary collection of modern art and helped establish Henri Matisse and Pablo Picasso as two of the most important artists of the 20th century.

The Stein collection has since been dispersed to museums around the world. But it is reunited in “The Steins Collect,” an exhibition now on view at the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art, which highlights their local connections.

Read more: “From Pierce Street to Paris

Dental school moving downtown

For more than 40 years, the School of Dentistry of the University of the Pacific has called the neighborhood home, providing no-cost and low-cost dental care through its clinics and enlivening the area with more than 1,100 students, faculty and staff. But that may soon change.

School officials have signed an agreement to leave their longtime home at 2155 Webster Street and buy a new building downtown at 155 Fifth Street. The 350,000-square-foot building, behind the Intercontinental Hotel at Fifth and Howard Streets, formerly housed offices for Wells Fargo Bank.

The dean of the dental school, Patrick J. Ferrillo Jr., announced last year that the school was exploring how to expand and update its facilities. The three options: renovate the existing building, expand into the adjacent parking lot on Sacramento Street or move to another part of town.

The school is expected to put its current home up for sale. An obvious buyer is California Pacific Medical Center, located just across the street. But hospital officials recently unveiled plans to renovate their facilities that do not include the dental school building.

From old Fillmore photos, a rebirth

PHOTOGRAPHY | THOMAS REYNOLDS

Singer James Brown may have been the hardest-working man in show business, but David Johnson is surely the hardest-working 84-year-old in the photography business.

In recent months he’s had four major exhibitions — mostly photographs from the heyday of the Fillmore’s jazz era — including one in Atlanta and another at the San Francisco International Airport. He’s featured in a new book, The Golden Decade, celebrating the circle of post-war photographers who studied with Ansel Adams at the California School of Fine Arts. He’s just returned from the screening of “Positive Negatives,” a new documentary on his photographic career, at the San Diego Black Film Festival. And he’s newly married for a second time.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” he says with the warm and easy smile of a man who realizes that fate is treating him kindly. “It’s been a long journey. You never know what life is going to bring, but sometimes it’s an opportunity.”
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Julia Morgan was a local

For much of her adult life, Julia Morgan lived at 2229 Divisadero Street.

ARCHITECTURE | ERICA REDER

Every year thousands of people visit a building designed by California’s most celebrated female architect, Julia Morgan. Some seek out her work by taking a tour of Hearst Castle or the Berkeley City Club. Others have incidental encounters while walking around the Mills College campus, swimming at UC Berkeley’s Hearst Pool or meditating at the San Francisco Zen Center.

It also happens closer to home. The prodigious Morgan designed at least 15 homes and other buildings in the neighborhood and remodeled several more. A closer look also reveals insights into her life and times.

Born in 1872, Morgan’s formative years coincided with the development of Pacific and Presidio Heights. While she enjoyed a comfortable childhood in Oakland, the new San Francisco neighborhoods were fast becoming a sought-after address.

The construction of cable car lines in the 1870s and 1880s added convenience to the area’s natural charms, and many of the city’s wealthy residents began building homes here. In 1887, the Chronicle labeled the area “one of the most desirable situations for residences to be found anywhere,” adding: “In no locality has there been more activity in the building of residences during the past six months.”

About the same time, Morgan was embarking on her path to becoming an architect. In 1890, she enrolled at UC Berkeley’s College of Engineering. Degree in hand, she left for Paris six years later, where she became the first woman to receive an architecture certificate from the prestigious Ecole des Beaux-Arts. The Chronicle noted the occasion, predicting that Morgan would “probably practice her profession in San Francisco.”

Morgan proved the prediction right when she returned home in 1902. She worked for a UC Berkeley architect briefly before striking out on her own. After taking the state certification exam in 1904, she achieved another historical distinction as the first American woman to head her own architecture firm.

Julia Morgan

In those first years, Morgan relied on connections to obtain commissions. Karen McNeill, a Julia Morgan scholar, says family and education helped secure Morgan’s first clients. “She got all of her work through word of mouth,” says McNeill, “and often there was a link to her family or to a women’s club or to her sorority. Things did extend from there, but usually there was some kind of network link.”

Through academic and professional ties to UC Berkeley, Morgan met her first high-profile patron: Phoebe Hearst. The philanthropist approached Morgan with a request for a country house in 1903, even before Morgan had established her San Francisco practice. Later that year, Susan Mills, president of Mills College and purported friend of Morgan’s mother, entrusted the fledgling architect with designing the campus bell tower and library.

Executing these projects with utmost competence, Morgan quickly acquired a good reputation. Dorothy Coblentz, an architect who worked for Morgan’s firm in the 1920s, confirmed Morgan’s ability to gain commissions on her own merit. “People kept coming to her,” said Coblentz in an interview for the Julia Morgan Architectural History Project. “Every job she did was satisfactory to clients.”

Connections would play a role in Morgan’s work in Pacific Heights. One of the earliest houses she designed in the area belonged to Aurora Stull, whose daughter had been a classmate of Morgan’s at UC Berkeley. Built in 1908, the house at 3377 Pacific Avenue demonstrates Morgan’s interest in the Arts and Crafts style. Emphasizing natural materials and forms, the movement gained popularity in turn-of-the-century California. Redwood shingles and large windows create harmony between the building and its location facing the Presidio, following Arts and Crafts principles.

Morgan’s aesthetic influences included many other styles, which she highlighted in response to clients’ requests. In 1916, she designed a Mediterranean-inspired building for the Katherine Delmar Burke School at 3065 Jackson Street, now home of San Francisco University High School. The same year, she designed a house at 3630 Jackson Street that incorporated Tudor elements. The client — dried fruit tycoon Abraham Rosenberg, typified Morgan’s illustrious patrons in the neighborhood. They included Reverend Bradford Leavitt, minister of the First Unitarian Church; Edwin Newhall, millionaire import-export businessman; and Alfred Holman, editor and owner of The Argonaut.

Despite her prominent clientele, Morgan kept a low profile. “She looked like a nobody,” said Coblentz, commenting on her boss’s diminutive figure and sensible dress. “She couldn’t have looked less distinguished.”

True to her discreet taste, Morgan’s own home was anything but ostentatious. In the 1920s she bought side-by-side Victorians at 2229 and 2231 Divisadero Street, which she remodeled into one property. She removed the top floor from the downhill home to allow more light into the apartments she created uphill. Otherwise, the buildings bear little external mark of her influence.

Belinda Taylor, author of the play “Becoming Julia Morgan,” says the property’s modesty reflected Morgan’s financial situation. “It was not a mansion,” Taylor says. “She had no illusions about being wealthy and about having wealth. She really never earned a lot of money herself.”

McNeill agrees. “She bought a house to provide for income,” says the scholar. “She rented out spaces.” McNeill says Morgan’s tenants were “almost always professional women — sometimes her employees, but not necessarily.” Morgan’s living arrangements reveal more than her financial situation: They also touch on what Taylor calls the “essential mystery” of the influential architect. “She never married and had no known love affairs,” says Taylor. “She was a pretty young woman; there was no reason.”

Speculation abounds about Morgan’s romantic situation. Coblentz thought Morgan simply worked too hard. “Nobody could lead a normal life working as she did,” Coblentz says. “She couldn’t have had any private life.”

Morgan’s niece disagreed. In an interview for the architectural history project, Morgan North said her aunt “just was not the type that was at all interested in men.”

Either way, the architect’s fierce privacy continues to intrigue people. “She did not give interviews. She did not write,” says playwright Taylor. “She’s a woman of mystery.”

Mysterious is one way to describe Morgan; superhuman is another. By the time she died in 1957, she had worked on more than 700 buildings. Reports suggest that she did so with minimal sleep and food. “Every architect who ever worked with her said the only problem with her was that they couldn’t live on Hershey bars and coffee, even though she did,” niece Flora North told the history project.

Dynamo and enigma: Both sides of Julia Morgan live on in the neighborhood.

Restoring a landmark

FOR MONTHS the temple on California Street that is home to Congregation Sherith Israel has been shrouded in scaffolding as the historic building undergoes a seismic retrofit. This week much of the scaffolding came down and the stained glass windows were re-installed — and the temple was no longer pink.

EARLIER: At long last, temple retrofit begins

Mediterranean on the ‘Mo

The Osada Apartments at Fillmore and Pine were built in 1928.

ARCHITECTURE | Jacquie Proctor

Soft-spoken British architect Harold G. Stoner quietly left his distinctive artistic mark on San Francisco, and one of his most important buildings stands proudly at the corner of Fillmore and Pine Streets.

The Osada Apartments — including 15 residential units and two storefronts now home to Paolo Shoes and The Grove cafe — were designed and built by Stoner in 1928.

Most of Stoner’s work was residential. He designed numerous picturesque storybook style homes in the city’s western neighborhoods. Stoner also designed a medieval mountaintop mansion for Adolph G. Sutro and the entry to the ice rink at the Sutro Baths near the Cliff House — plus Sally Rand’s Nude Ranch, the most popular exhibition at the 1939 Golden Gate International Exposition on Treasure Island.
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