The Pump Cafe is at 7th and Main
in a building that our classmates would remember as a gas station. It's
filled with SHS memories, pictures, lettermen jackets, etc. One of the
owners is married to Dave Logan, the brother of Merwin Logan who was in the
class of 1961. It might be a fun place for classmates to grab a bite to
eat when they come for the reunion!
Christina
Is it where Tonya Leathers (Class of 61)
Dad, Coy Leathers, had his Richfield station? If so, that's another link to
the Class of 61.
...Nancy
Yes, that's the gas station . . .
Christina
Home away from home
Regulars rave about the family feel of The Pump Cafe
By Whitney Malkin
The Register-Guard
Published: Saturday, October 20, 2007
The smell of sizzling bacon fills the air as booths in The Pump Cafe in
Springfield fill with the morning rush of regulars.
Each person has his own spot, his own menu, his own routine.
But they all share a common bond — a love of the downtown restaurant’s
family feel and an even greater appreciation for the business’ owners:
sisters Trudy Logan and Eva Moreland, and Eva’s husband, Ray.
When the trio opened the cafe just eight years ago, they knew what they
needed to do to ensure the restaurant’s success. Along with a simple menu,
the former owners of Rosewaters Deli in Eugene wanted to make sure customers
felt at home.
“We treat everybody like they're part of the family,” Logan says. “It’s all
about thinking how we would want to be treated when we eat out and doing
that. You treat people that way, and it’s a guarantee they're going to come
back.”
Today, Morelands and Logan say, their business philosophy has paid off.
The Pump, which the owners say is most popular for its Raspberry Cream
Cheese Stuffed French Toast, has become a mainstay in the downtown
community, drawing a variety of customers, from an older early-morning crowd
to a professionally oriented lunch rush.
“They don't want really fancy stuff,” Logan says. “They want good home
cookin’ and that’s why we make our own soups, chili, breads and scones.
People notice that — you can really tell the difference.”
Along with moderate prices, the Pump also boasts heaping portions.
“There is no such thing as a three-egg omelet here,” jokes Ray Moreland with
a smile. “Here it’s more like a five- or seven- egg omelet.”
But more important than the food and the prices are the people. Spend more
than a couple of minutes in the cafe’s homey dining room, and you’ll realize
that everyone here knows each other. And more than that, they honestly care.
“We know who they are,” Logan says of the cafe’s loyal clientele. “In fact,
we know what their mother’s uncle’s brother’s dog’s name is. That’s really
the magic of this place.”
Magic must be the answer, because transforming a former gas station and used
car lot into a restaurant is no easy feat.
Formerly a Richfield gas station and later a used car lot, the partners
decided to leave the building’s original heritage in tact. In fact, two
original garage doors are still on their tracks in the ceiling of the
dinning room.
Signal gas pumps, hub caps and parking meters give a distinct small-town
feel to the restaurant, located at the corner of Seventh and Main streets.
It’s The Pump’s signature feel of community that 85-year-old Jeanette
McNamee says keeps her coming back five days a week.
“This is a wonderful place,” says McNamee, who meets her friends for
breakfast after church. “The people are just amazing. They really do care.”
Logan says they’ve started selling cards called “love thoughts” at the cash
register. The owners set aside the money they make from the sale of the
cards, and at the end of the month give it to a customer who needs it.
A few months ago, a customer’s father passed away, and Logan found out she
didn't have the money to travel to his funeral.
Armed with money from her till, Logan gave the customer enough to afford the
trip, no strings attached.
“We try to make sure we give out blessings,” Logan says. “But let me tell
you, running this place, we are blessed more than you can imagine.”
Thanks for the article and the picture
Christina...