I stepped into Huber’s Cafe on a rainy Portland afternoon and instantly felt like I’d slipped through a time portal. The mahogany walls gleamed beneath stained-glass skylights, and the hum of conversation made the place feel alive.
Serving customers since 1879, it’s officially Oregon’s oldest restaurant, yet somehow it buzzes with energy like it just opened yesterday.
Then there’s the show. The bartender sets your coffee on fire right at your table while you soak in architecture older than most great-grandparents…