We’d been following Route 101 along the coast all morning and had stopped at a gas station in Gold Beach, Oregon to fill up. The town, located in the south-westernmost corner of the state, used to be host to hundreds of placer mines. We asked the attendant, a friendly older man who was amazed at the span of our journey, where to find a good meal. He gave us directions over a bridge, behind a mountain, and all sorts of out of the way (although we later saw it on a map, and it looked pretty straightforward). At one point, feeling quite lost, we considered turning back. Just then, nestled amongst auto repair shops and nameless buildings was a sign for a bar and grill.
Sure enough, we’d made it. It was Hunter Creek Bar & Grill, a riverside tavern located in a small trailer. It didn’t look like much from the outside, although it did promise “happy endings begin at the tav” on its sign, but inside it was adorable. It had a small arcade room, a pool table and a patio overlooking the river. Throughout its interior were vibrant signs, flags and photos, and its bathrooms were lined with jokes printed on neon paper. It seemed very popular with the locals; everyone who came through seemed to know each other by name. The staff was friendly and the prices were reasonable. LJ ordered a local beer, which was actually brewed next door, and I had a Bloody Mary – a solid reminder that they pale in comparison to Ceasars. To eat, I had an ultra-fresh fish burger and LJ had a Swiss beef dip. I asked him if it was better than my mother’s, but we won’t go there. Altogether a great time; we highly recommend it if you’re passing through.