Here for the dunes, but stumbled across the Humboldt Club by accident waiting to pick up relatives at the nearby airport.
Well shop worn, but as friendly as all get out.
Full selections of premium booze and a good well, and all the cheap-o likkers too.
Hard to top Jonathan T's review, but it about sizes the place up.
It's a restaurant, or is directly common to the  restaurant, and the food is pretty good.
Park a block away so it doesn't look like you're leaving a bar and driving off.
Ok, it's hardly any kinda sorta CLUB of any kinda sort,
unless you consider
well-worn pool and foosball tables
loads of gambling machines
and a tired classic rocky honky tonky jukety juke
the tony marks
of Le Club de Ville??
But extremely road weary
Barrel-assing up the Oregon Coast
Night flighters
We were.
After blowing into adjacent Coos Bay
only to discover its
Hard Scrabbled
Decaying
Doomed
Bleak
Grim
and Ugly
Past, Present, and Future
When all we wanted was
A delicious plate of Oregon Coast
Fine-ass Seafood!!!
We left those dreams behind
Way down south
in Gold Beach
Unbeknownst.
Luckily,
North Bend was the slightly more
well put together neighboring city
with all the ingredients of a city on the move
They've got a Casino
An Airport
and a Big Ass
Shopping Mall!
Now that's a tax base.
To the friendly folk behind the bar at the Humboldt Club:
Thank you for late-nite
Road Weary
Salvation.
AND
The unexpected SALIVATION
Over the amazingly
Tangy
Zesty
Fiery
Crispity
Chewity
Bliss
That is
'Jim's Famous Hot Wings'
And an equally satiating
Quenching
from your more than adequate Whiskey collection.
And now,
Off to make late night camp at
Eel Creek.
Oregon Dunes, yo!
DONE.