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This story, the story of Klondike Jake's, starts with the luck  – or maybe I should say the "unluck" – of the Klondike. In 1899 hysterical gold-fevered prospectors stampeded to the Yukon and darn near overran Dawson city.


A place to hang their hats

Like everyone, I guess, prospectors were in search of a better life east of the treacherous Chilkoot Pass. These weary fortune seekers were hungry for more than gold, though, they were also hungry for grub! With a prospector-sized appetite – and thirst to boot! – they needed an eatery and waterin' hole. These prospectors needed a place like home where they could hang their frozen hats and rest their tired legs.

Then came Jake

With a mob of half-starved, thirsty prospectors looming, good ol' Jake seen an opportunity. Truth be told, Jake wasn't lucky in his search for gold. In fact, some would say "if he didn't have bad luck he wouldn't have much luck at all." Jake realized he wasn't going to get rich panning for gold, but he could do what he was good at: firing up some delicious campfire grub!

Klondike Jake's

A lot has changed since the Klondike Gold Rush of 1899, however the rich tradition and hospitality of the Klondike is alive and well at Klondike Jake's. We're still feeding the Yukon-sized appetites of modern day prospectors, and we're still steeped in gold-rush tradition. Klondike Jake's: a place for prospectors young and old to hang their hats and rest those weary legs.

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