Mrs. BDB and I have started a new family tradition – hump day happy hours. Each Wednesday, we set out to check out one of Portland’s many fabulous happy hours for cheapo food and  beverages.

Tonight it was Huber’s, which I have written about before. Huber’s Cafe is Portland’s oldest restaurant, opening its doors in 1879, and while they specialize in traditional roasted turkey dinners, they offer a wide variety of menu items, with a few eclectic choices thrown in, from deep fried olives to steamed mussels.

The happy hour menu is fairly lengthy, and happy hour starts early at Huber’s, 4pm, and runs til 630, cranks up again at 930p.

We grazed our way through the happy hour food menu, Seared Ahi, Mongolian Beef Sticks, fried Calamari, and a Cheeseburger.  All were priced at just a few bucks each, with the exception of the ahi, which was $6, IIRC.   Mrs. BDB had a couple of cosmos, and I had my usual diet soft drink.

Some traditions survive at old-timey places, like bringing the drinks in the mix glass to the table and pouring it there.   That’s nice.    Service was perfunctory (I seem to be running into a lot of that lately), in other words, business-like and short on conversation.  I am more apt to go largess in the gratuity department with a server that engages us when we are out.  Still no complaints.

Mrs. BDB pronounced the ahi superb, and the calamari a success (I don’t consider calamari food, so I ignored it).  I tried one of the beef sticks, which were made from an excellent cut of beef, and came with a sweet/hot sauce that was intriguing.

The burger was good enough, especially at 2.95, and came with a ramekin of 1000 island glop.  There’s nothing special about the burger, its not a hand-formed patty nor any exotic mixture of grind, but it’s a good, utilitarian cheeseburger w/ fries.

Huber’s is a great stop on the Happy Hour circuit in Portland.

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Mrs. BDB and I were in quirky moods last nite, we both wanted to go out to dinner, but had decidedly different ideas of what we wanted. We both agreed we did not want to go downtown or change out of the de rigueur Portland plaid outfits. She wanted steak. I didn’t.

We don’t usually hit the chains, but last nite Claim Jumper was tapped, and it was a good decision. She had a fairly inexpensive sirloin, at least compared with going to Ruth’s or Morton’s, and I had a club sandwich. We split a beet and goat cheese salad for an appetizer.

The menu is extensive, covers almost all choices of dining, and while a little more spendy that similar chains, Claim Jumper adds “huge portions” to their “claim to fame”.

I was darned near full after half the salad and a piece of cheese toast.

Mrs. BDB pronounced her steak delicious, and offered me a smidgen. I admit, it was more than I expected, tender, flavorful, cooked as ordered. CJ has a raft of sides to choose from, she elected roasted vegetables, confident, I am sure, I would not be snitching off her plate.

Such was not the case in the obverse, with Mrs. BDB’s beautiful hand absconding with some of my shoestring fries, which were done perfectly.

The club? In the top 3 I have had in Portland, with Huber’s still taking top honors. I love club sandwiches, and can usually polish them off in short order, but I am still working on mine this morning, having been able to only eat one quarter of it last nite.

Mrs. BDB ordered a red velvet cupcake to go, for dessert. No report on that yet. The only other time we have been to Claim Jumper was to get one of their famous pieces of chocolate cake, a monster slice at $10 per, that we worked on at home for days, as I recall. It was akin to the Simpson episode about the sub sandwich, if you recall that.

The place was jammed. No recession there. Their menu is online, and in some places they deliver.

Photo of the exterior is from CJ’s website.

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I went to hit some food carts today, and it was too damned cold. I guess my cut-off point, temperature-wise, to dine al fresco atop a garbage can, newspaper stand, or parking meter is about 5drinke2 degrees.

Standing on Third and Washington looking at carts, Huber’s caught my eye. I’ve been meaning to stop by here, after all, it is Portland’s oldest restaurant, and that’s a good enough endorsement for me.

Inside, it’s an old man’s paradise. Dark, wood paneled walls, terrazzo floors, largely untouched, decor wise, for years. They opened in 1879, moved to their present location in 1910, a saloon first, they used to give away turkey sandwiches and their double x secret recipe cole slaw to drinksters. That was common back in the day, and many bars were especially fond of giving out salty snacks, to get you to drink more.

Prohibition could have crushed them, but a group of civic-minded denizens somehow persuaded the restaurantuer to sell the sandwiches he had been giving away, and so he did, eventually adding other roasted meats like ham, steaks, and veal to the menu.

Their specialty is roasted turkey. Which means you can have Thanksgiving dinner every day of the year! Damned nice!

They even have burgers on the menu, including buffalo, but no turkey burgers. (Whot?!) I could have gone for another burger, it had been twelve whole hours.

I was even enjoying the view from my window of folks standing out in front of the food carts, shivering. Not me. Heh heh heh.

Few of you know that next to burgers, dogs, and pizza, there are few things that tickle my taste buds like a good club sandwich. And what better place to try one than at a turkey restaurant.

Screech, back up. I have to say that after my ‘bad service’ experience last nite, the service at Huber’s was OVER THE TOP. From the drink guy to the waitress to the maitre’d to the bartender, everyone was smiling, cordial. It was great.

My sandwich was out in short order, and was accompanied by a side of their special slaw. There are very few slaws I like, but this one goes to the top of the list. Creamy and tart at the same time, with the vegetables diced instead of chopped, so that the salad had a very smooth texture and nice tang to it. Sixteen thumbs up!

What makes a good club for me? The traditional recipe, turkey, bacon, lettuce, mayo, triple-decker on white toast. If the toast is a little coarse and thick, all the better. But the lettuce has to be crisp, mayo deliciously creamy, the turkey real, and roasted, the bacon crisp, and if thick, even better.

As one would expect, or at least hope, Huber’s exceed my expectations. This has to be in the top 3 club sandwiches I have had anywhere on the planet.

My waitress, and the guy serving coffee, had the friendliest attitudes and nicest smiles, made for a great experience.  I over tipped, with great pleasure.

And who can’t love the decor, and the bar? It’s my new man cave, downtown PDX version for sure.

Footnote:  Huber’s “Signature Drink” is Spanish coffee.  They are the largest user of Kahlua in the State, and one of the largest users in the country.  The drink is prepared table-side “with great flair,” according to their puff piece.

Menu online here.

Sorry about the pic.  Not sure what went on with the color.  Too lazy to tweek it!

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