Middle-european coffeehouse culture came to Portland
early and was very popular right from the start. The Pine Street Coffeehouse
opened for business at 26 Pine Street, between Front and First Streets, in the fall
of 1878. It was popular right away, not
just for the coffee, but also for the presence of the elegantly mustached
Danish Count, Mr. Hartvigsen who was a part owner of the business. Coffee and
hot rolls became a favorite breakfast of Portlanders who worked in the busy
area, now known as Old Town.
The owners of the Pine Street Coffeehouse had ambitious
plans for their shop and three times before 1893 the restaurant went bankrupt.
Usually it was a case of spending too much money on fancy place settings and
decorations in an attempt to draw an upscale clientele. Sticking to a good cup
of coffee and plain solid food, such as “two cackles and a grunt,” their
idiosyncratic name for ham and eggs, and their signature German pancakes the
coffeehouse always had a steady flow of customers. In 1893, after owner H.F.
Weiderman closed the shop in favor of his Old Portland Café, just around the
corner, Frank Smith, a long time waiter, and two of the regular cooks went into
partnership to keep the place open.
In 1895 Johann Gottlieb Haehlen, a Swiss immigrant,
bought the Pine Street Coffeehouse and an important era of Portland history
began. Haehlen, born in 1861 in Lenk, Berne canton, Switzerland, came to
Portland by way of San Francisco in 1883. He and his brother opened the
Knickerbocker Coffeehouse on SW Washington and 4th Ave. Gottlieb, as
he was known, was an accomplished vocalist, who directed the choir at St.
Paul’s Lutheran Church and was famous for his yodeling and zither playing. When
he had saved enough money to go into business for himself he bought the Pine
Street Coffeehouse and hired his nephews, Christian, Arnold, Emanuel and Jacob Zeller
and Albert Haehlen to staff the place.
Haehlen took great pride in the quality of the food he
served and created a comfortable, welcoming environment full of music and
hospitality. Soon the rundown old restaurant was doing a booming business. At
breakfast time the place was packed and people shared the tables. As some of
the wealthy merchants and bankers who worked in the bustling business district
began to frequent the Pine Street Coffeehouse the cheerful cry, “Here comes
another millionaire!” became common. Soon the popular coffeehouse got the
unofficial name The Millionaire’s Club. Prominent Portlanders such as William
C. Ladd, Edward and John Failing, Charles F. Beebe and George Dekum could be
seen in the run down dining room; eating off of plain white plates with
inexpensive “eating irons.”
By 1914 the old wooden building, which had survived
numerous floods, was in bad repair. The foundation had partly washed away and
the floor had a perceptible slope down and back toward the kitchen. The
neighborhood was changing as the heart of the city moved west, away from the
river, but the Pine Street Coffeehouse still had a great location. In the
spring of 1914, the coffeehouse temporarily relocated to 3rd Avenue,
across the street from the US Bank, while the old building was demolished and a
new one built. In August, 1914 the Pine Street Coffeehouse reopened in a brand
new building at its old location.
The new building opened just in time for the Great War,
which ushered in the end of the popularity of coffeehouses in Portland. Many of
Portland’s coffeehouses, which were undergoing a fad at the time, were owned by
Serbians and became the focus of violence by German and Austrian Portlanders.
On December 13, 1914 twenty Austrians attacked Pete Nick’s Coffeehouse on Northwest
14th Street where twenty Serbians were playing billiards. In the
bitter five-minute battle that ensued every piece of furniture in the place and
all the pool cues were broken and at least two men were hospitalized with
serious injuries. That was the worst, but not the only case of violence.
Coming hard on the heels of a prostitution scandal
involving some Greek-owned coffeehouses, which resulted in a city ordinance
barring women from serving coffee in North End coffeehouses, the violence
helped end the coffeehouse fad and they went out of style for more than forty
years. Except for the Pine Street Coffeehouse. Maybe it was because the
Haehlen-Zeller family was from neutral Switzerland or maybe it was just the
good food and the warm atmosphere; but whatever it was the Pine Street
Coffeehouse remained popular until Gotlieb Haehelen closed the doors on the
anniversary of the day he bought the place in 1939.
By then the business district had moved several blocks
west and the area that would become known as Old Town was squarely in the Skid
Road district. The large population of homeless Portlanders who can still be
seen in that neighborhood was firmly established and the Pine Street location was
no longer good for business. Now the location where the coffeehouse was is a
parking lot around the corner from Kell’s Irish Tavern. During its long, and
tasty history the Pine Street Coffeehouse was the setting for thousands of
Portland stories. One of my favorites is the romantic tale of Louise Zeller,
daughter of Jacob “Jack” Zeller, who was the famous cook of Jack’s German
Pancakes.
Louise Zeller began working at the coffeehouse, as a
cashier, in 1912 when she was a teenager. She wasn’t affected by the
prohibition against women working in coffeehouses because the Pine Street
Coffeehouse was a couple of blocks south of the North End, and it had evolved
into a full-fledged restaurant by that time; now famous for its grilled steaks
as well as its hearty breakfasts. Louise worked at the counter, though; taking
money and selling coffee to go with a bright smile.
William Taussig, manager of the school books department
of the J.K Gill Company that was located on SW 3rd Ave, just blocks
away from the coffeehouse, became a regular customer and soon began to eat
breakfast, lunch and dinner at the Pine Street Coffeehouse. Taussig must have
been a very quiet guy, because his friends were surprised one day four years
later when he said he was going on vacation. Before leaving town for British
Columbia he quietly married Louise Zeller. One friend said, “He ate there all
the time…but everyone thought he was a confirmed bachelor and nobody guessed
the great attraction.” Ah...coffee and books and pretty girls…now that’s
Portland.