Walking through the Park Blocks between classes one day in the early 90s I ran into my old friend Nick. We’d been buddies in grade school and high school, but when he went off to OSU and I to Reed, we didn’t stay in touch. Several years later we both happened to wind up at PSU. We had a beer and caught up, and subsequently frequently spent our evenings, at Sam’s Hof Brau.
Sam’s was a divey old-school chain restaurant; cafeteria-style roast beef buffet with a full bar and a pool table. On Sixth, where that damn McDonalds is now. There were no windows then, so no natural light was shed on the sedate subterranean setting.
Dark wainscoting predominated. The tables were tall and all the chairs were bar stool height. The pitchers of beer seemed to be as tall as the tables, and they were cheap. Local drunks and college aged drunks-to-be rubbed shoulders peaceably. Sam’s was to PSU what the Lutz was to Reed.
We never did find a suitable replacement when we got the news they were closing. The Cheerful Tortoise was then, and is now, something completely different. A lot of the regulars moved on up to River City, which has its divey charms, but it’s no Sam’s.
A recent article in the Tribune brought back the memory of Sam’s Hof Brau. It appears there are a few left scattered around the country, but the one in LA is now a strip club and the one in Sacramento is known as Plaza Hof Brau.
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I loved that place it was a great place!
Well said Dave!
The second memory I have is that Sam’s would open early. On a cold morning that I didn’t want to spend in the library or my normal quiet space on the 4th floor of Cramer I would hang out in one of the large booths with a $1.00 bowl of oatmeal and a coffee. Perfect breakfast for a broke guy who spent all of his money for a stupid parking pass (before westside max).
Thanks for the memories Dave!
~n
Ah man, I loved that place during my PSU tenure. That and the Jasmine Tree for afternoon cheap drinks. Good memories.
I used to meet a friend there when we’d go to the 5th Avenue Cinema. We called it “Sam’s Half Bra.”
Yep, truly a place to be missed. A fond memory was when friends and I agreed to meet at Sam’s for beers and pool, and one of us ended up at Sam’s billiards in the Hollywood dist.