Duke Street, Liverpool: Joe's Restaurant.

Joe's Restaurant (or Joe's Caff, as it was known), was one of those pivotal places. Being both centrally situated and open late (10pm to 4am), the Beatles and many others naturally gravitated here following an evening's shenanigans. This was where Brian would sometimes meet his "boys" post-dispiriting-trudge-round-London-record-companies (here too where John made his "Right Brian, try Embassy" quip).
Nothing much remains, o'course, the caff having long since been re-converted into a conventional terraced house.
Back in the day, though, curry and jelly were John's scran o' choice from the menu, and featured as such in an early questionnaire:

Also not quite true to say that nothing whatsoever endures: close inspection of the vintage pic reveals the shop sign for P.F Garnett and Co. Ltd., a couple of doors down, hanging still:

Lots of the old Liverpool may have gone, but here and there, remarkably, etc:

A doff o' the cap to Mr Lewisohn's bewk for enlightenment.

Duke Street and Wigmore Street: Apple and ale.

In the first half of 1968, Apple resided not at Savile Row, but at 95 Wigmore Street, where the corps occupied a 4th floor suite. Above is a shot of John, Paul and Neil Aspinall from that time in that location. Duke Street, a small terrace connecting Wigmore Street and Manchester Square (then home to EMI), can be seen through the window over John's shoulder. The lower pic above dates from the early 70s, and was taken in Duke Street, near the Devonshire Arms, which is on the left.
This is probably the common or garden boozer with the strongest Beatles connections, owing to its proximity to EMI House. Before the debilitating effects of Beatlemania kicked in, they were often to be seen in here when preparing for, or recovering from business meetings round the corner.
Tony Barrow, purveyor of peerless hyperbole on the hind parts of early Beatles releases, recalls meeting them for the first time in this very pub. He was impressed by Macca who, canny as ever, ordered a round and then quietly got Eppy to pay. John (never a Hail-Fellow-Well-Met type of drinker) was more or less silent, though he did apparently snarl at one point "If you aren't queer or Jewish, why are you working for Brian Epstein?"
Charming. The pub is still there today, and despite a bit of a face-lift (alas, no more Toby Ale), remains more or less the same place in which the Fabs once cadged beer, drank and snarled:


Many thanks to Julian Carr for his continued sterling picture research, and to the City of London, London Metropolitan Archives for kind permission to use the early 70s Duke Street shot.

Duke Street: more you are here.

More you are here. The letter and badge that balloon finders and repliers received, together with another couple of shots of John and Yoko on or about the spiral staircase in the Robert Fraser Gallery in Duke Street, at the opening of the you are here show.