Another one of the Gold Dust’s notable celebrity patrons was the San Francisco Chronicle’s most well-known columnist Herb Caen (April 3, 1916 – February 1, 1997).
Herb had many favorite bar stools around San Francisco but his favorite was at the Gold Dust Lounge. Where was Herb’s favorite seat in the house?
“We all sat in the back in front of the band,” recounts Ann Caen. Herb and his wife Ann would close the Gold Dust on many nights palling around with former San Francisco Mayor Willie Brown. “At the end near the drums where you can get a perspective of the whole house,” is how former Mayor Brown described their prized seats in a February 14th interview with Cat Hill:
Former Mayor Willie Brown: “I went to the Gold Dust over a long period of time, historically speaking. I palled around with Herb Caen, the famous Pulitzer prize winning columnist and for our City, he wrote for the Chronicle and the Examiner over periods of time.
Much of what we would do at night would include a visit to the Gold Dust Lounge because Herb played drums and the one place in town where musicians would permit him to join the band every time he walked in was the Gold Dust Lounge. So, my memories go back to that.
And we would turn the Gold Dust Lounge into a dance facility without a dance permit, literally, with him playing drums and all the other things that were going on there around what I call the piano bar, was always a good evening.
The musicians that were there were such talented musicians that they really needed no rehearsal, they would just start playing whatever was working that night. Or, invariably, there would be musicians from other parts of the City performing other places and they would make their last stop for the evening the Gold Dust Lounge. So, you regularly had jam sessions at the Gold Dust Lounge…spontaneous explosions by people with the horns and the guitars.
It was a well-placed venue for that kind of action and one that the locals DEARLY loved. And the people who visit San Francisco would come to look at us and see we were in the zoo and they were zoo observers. That’s how good it really was.
My time at the Gold Dust Lounge was when I actually wandered into the political world back in the early Sixties until Herb died in ‘97. These were regular visits, not infrequent visits, over a period of 40 years. They were always the last stop on our menu of whatever we were doing on that evening…
We never did start at the Gold Dust Lounge…I think the Gold Dust Lounge appreciated us more at the end of the evening then they would have at the beginning.
I loved the ambiance of the Gold Dust Lounge. The openness. I loved the spirit. There was never a downer. I don’t think there was one downbeat song. It was always upbeat, it was always good, always enthusiastic and never with any evidence of sadness. That’s what I loved about that place. It always made you feel good, no matter what your problem was, you go in the Gold Dust Lounge, your troubles were gone…
The music is raised behind what would be another bar. Then there are the seats. Those are the prized seats in front of the band, particularly at the end near the drums where you can get a perspective of the whole house. Those were our seats. Whoever was there usually had to get up if we came in. We got real special treatment…”
In Herb Caen’s own words:
“I’m the last of the nightcap guys. I don’t mean I wear an old fashioned nightcap over my Dr. Denton’s with the patented drop seat and built-in booties. I mean that when a party ends and all the fogies are heading for their cars, I’m the one who says “Anybody for a nightcap?” It’s a generational thing. By me, it’s never too late for one for the road.
Only the gallant and gorgeous Ann was game so we headed for the last of the authentic nightcapperies, the Gold Dust on Powell…” Man Playing Typewriter, Herb Caen, San Francisco Chronicle, Tuesday March 26, 1996


















