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Frank Amestoy is dead. He died of a heart attack at the age of 62 yesterday while working on his house.

I have been to Frank Amestoy’s Bar numerous times. It is 1/2 mile from my house. I take my out-of-town friends there. One of my classmates had known Frank her entire life. She alerted me to his passing in an email this morning.

The Bakersfield Californian says that Frank was known for his “colorful language” and “risque humor.” This is very true. In Frank’s bar, he has an old-fashioned towel dispenser in the men’s bathroom. The kind that actually has a fabric towel that goes around in a loop inside the dispenser itself. One time, I was washing my hands when Frank came storming in. He was irate at how often he was having to change the towel in the dispenser. Numerous uses of the C-S word. If I remember correctly, he pondered whether guys could avoid pissing on their hands, among other things.

I took my army buddy Hoat to Amestoy’s several times. One time, Hoat put a buck into the jukebox and picked some songs - right before last call. The balls on this guy - Hoat went up to Frank and asked for his dollar back. Frank gave him shit and made fun of him for the rest of the night.

Frank loved it when my nursing class would meet up at his bar, and it wasn’t because of my scruffy ass. The influx of good-looking women was good for his business. He was always sure to let them know too.

The above picture is of my classmate Sherrie and Frank, about a year ago. Thanks for the fun times Frank. We’ll miss you.

EDIT: Links on Frank Amestoy, his bar, and his untimely passing

Dive Bars of Bakersfield

Bakosphere

Bake Town

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