The Port Hole Cafe & Tap House

 
Pot of Gold or Port of Gold?

While traveling in Oregon last summer, I searched the internet for a good lunch stop. I spotted a cafe, at POT of Gold Beach! Hey, fun! Let's go!

Oops! I read too fast. It was PORT of Gold Beach. But that sounded fun, too. I liked the name of the cafe as well. The Port Hole Cafe (Not Pot Hole Cafe) sounded like a fun seafood place!  

The Cannery and Fish Market

We followed GPS to the small town of Gold Beach. The port was just south of the Rogue River Bridge. We parked and headed over to the Cannery complex.  

I had hoped to find an old wooden structure, with lots of fishermen stopping in for lunch. What we found was a a little more spiffed up. The original cannery from the 1960's had been replaced.

Fish Market, Processing Plant.. 

We still got to see a little activity as we walked down to the cafe. We passed the Fish Market and I got to peek in and watch a guy in a slick yellow apron, go to work on a big fish!

I'm sure things were very different in the 1960's, when ocean troll salmon fishing was at its peak. Economic and environmental issues forced change.  

Port Hole Cafe 

We found the cafe entrance near a serious little fisherman statue. I wish there had been a real fisherman around,  so I could hear some stories. 

This space opened in 1998, as a retail facility with restaurant and commercial fish processing facilities. I was hoping for an authentic seafood joint, where fishermen dined, decades ago. But we could tell the place was popular as we followed others in. That was a good sign.

Family Owned

At noon and cafe was hopping. We had to wait for a table, so I had some time to look around and absorb the atmosphere.

Seafood joint with knotty pine and fishing decor. Dining guests with overalls and camo hats. It all fit. And how about that Tsunami Hazard Zone sign, above the door. Decoration or real?

Locals?

I wondered about our fellow diners. I didn't spot any obvious travelers like us.

Mostly the folks appeared to be locals. The Gold Beach community is only a couple thousand people, so it's not surprising that many seemed to know each other.

Where to Sit?

I wasn't in the mood to beg for a great table. But I hoped for one with a view of the harbor.

How about a table overlooking the Mighty Rogue River? I was impressed to realize this view was so very close to where the Rogue River meets the Pacific.  
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Divided Booth   

I was very curious about a few booths, with wooden divider walls. I've never seem that.

I watched a large family getting seated at two booths. The divider was lifted so they could dine together. Clever!

At the Bar?

We were invited to sit at the bar if we wanted to be seated faster. 

We could have kept an eye on the kitchen if we'd taken at seat there.

Stools

Instead we went for a tall round table, with 2 stools. It wasn't perfect, but we were hungry.

I had been hoping to spot a port hole or two in our restaurant. We had a couple right next to our table. We could spy on our neighbors!

Important Messages

As we sat waiting for our menus, I took in the important messages on signs and shirts. Beside our table, I read a sign with a big red crab, "We serve CRABS... actually we'll serve anybody."  Important to know.

That was some corny humor with the crab sign. Our server was pretty rushed and had no sense of humor. When I asked how old the cafe was, she didn't answer. She just spun around so I could see the back of her shirt that told me the date was 1984. That wasn't funny, but I noticed another server's shirt. "A quaint little Drinking Town with a Fishing Problem". Now that's sort of funny. 

Views and Treasures

We didn't get one of the tables with a view of boats or seagulls or bridge. But we could look straight down at our table and see treasures! 

We could study the sand dollar and pennies, sea glass and rope. I'm all for an interesting table top. 

​Food

Our food actually came quickly and it hit the spot.

Don went for an Albacore grilled tuna melt, with coleslaw and pickle. Simple but delicious.

I couldn't resist coconut shrimp and French fries. They looked unimpressive with their skinny shape, but they were hot and crisp and tasty, with a spicy-sweet sauce. 

Ernest?

Our quick little lunch at The Port, was hardly an adventure. But sometimes there's just a little something that makes it more memorable. I had a quick chat on the way out, with the owner. He said his mother originally owned the Port Hole Cafe, when it was located in an old house, 25 years ago. 

As we talked, I noticed a photo in a crafty frame behind him. "Is that Ernest Borgnine?" Yep, that was his mom with Ernest. He used to come to Port Hole, on visits to the area. I read on the internet that he died at age 92 in 2012. He used to drive his motorhome up to the Rogue River to watch the salmon. I don't know why it pleased me to picture this old actor enjoying some shrimp or salmon at the Port Hole.  

Helping Out

Before climbing back in the car, I had Don do a quick pose with this fine fisherman. Don was nice to go along with my photo request.

A dining adventure is always more memorable if there's a photo op with a statue. Good way to end!
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