This will take you back to the 1800s and the days of logging Redwood Trees on the Pacific Ocean and having food where loggers used to eat.
When I used to eat there, the meals were complete, including cakes and pies for dessert. The setting is a logging area setting. Check to make sure it is open should you want to eat there.
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Here is a report of how it was when I used to eat there.
EUREKA — If you’re like me, you vacillate between eating right and going to the gym, and having to wear your stretchy pants because you overate. I usually lean towards the healthy side, but sometimes gluttony wins out.
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Recently my family and I took a trip to Eureka. This was my first time that far up the coast and I was excited to see and explore the city. Once almost exclusively a logging town, Eureka is now home to a vibrant art community, Humboldt State University and Lost Coast Brewery. Downtown is perfect for strolling and the unique and inviting shops entice serious browsing.
But this was not the Eureka I had heard about. In 1991, my husband, along with the entire Butte College Football team, ate at a restaurant called the Samoa Cookhouse. For him, Eureka and Samoa Cookhouse are synonymous. We had to try it.
Located across Eureka Bay, Samoa Cookhouse is the last surviving cookhouse in the west. Started in 1890 to serve the camps of lumberjacks who worked in the area, the restaurant keeps up the tradition of serving hearty meals “lumber camp style.”
The restaurant serves breakfast, lunch and dinner. There is no menu — simply sit at one of the long community tables and the waitress brings out bowls and platters of food. You eat until you are full — if you are still hungry, they bring more food.
We went for breakfast. We sat down and were immediately served coffee and juice. Breakfast that day included biscuits and gravy, scrambled eggs, sausage links, hash browns, and inch-thick slices of homemade toast. The wait staff was friendly and ready to refill any bowl that emptied — which happened a few times. The meal was hot and delicious, and my boys were in gluttonous heaven. Afterward, we toured the museum.
(You could read what was to be served on posted signs)