I've been wandering around the city now for about 24 hours. After culling my pictures three times I have a paltry 300. I'll upload them to flickr when I get home.
Last night I went to the Tadich Grill.
In 1849, an unassuming coffee stand was founded on the San Francisco waterfront. Enduring earthquakes, fires, and changes of name, location, and ownership, that establishment still stands, now known as the Tadich Grill, California’s oldest restaurant. The constants throughout the Tadich’s evolution have been hearty seafood and other local specialties, and the stewardship of Croatian American families. John Tadich immigrated to San Francisco in 1872 and started working at the then-called New World Coffee Saloon soon after, becoming sole owner in 1887. He sold the restaurant in 1928 to the Buich family, which has carried on the Tadich tradition ever since. A destination restaurant and a local treasure, the Tadich Grill continues to evoke an old-world feel. THE TADICH GRILL captures the history, ambiance, and flavors of this San Francisco institution, presenting a warm portrait of a true culinary success story.
I had been here before and was anxious to visit again. It's truly and old world sort of place. I sat at the bar and was waited on by a middle aged gentleman from Latvia. YUM! Had an Anchor Steam draft and seafood cannolis. I might have to go back tonight for their famous Cioppino.
It was developed in the late 1800s by Italian fishermen who settled in the North Beach section of San Francisco.[2] Originally it was made on the boats while out at sea and later became a staple as Italian restaurants proliferated in San Francisco. The name comes from ciuppin, a word in the Ligurian dialect of the port city of Genoa,meaning "to chop" or "chopped" which described the process of making the stew by chopping up various leftovers of the days catch.[1] At least one restaurant in San Francisco, the eponymous Cioppino's, describes[3]an apocryphal story[2] in which the name derived from the heavily Italian-accented cry of the wharf cooks for the fishermen to "chip in" some of their catch to the collective soup pot.
I had a lovely conversation with a young fellow from Australia. He was here for a three week training course and flying out last night.
Unfortunately for him his birthday is today-the 26th. So he was to get on the plane at 9 pm on the 25th and off again 16 hours later. During that time crossing the International Date Line. When he gets off the plane it'll be the 27th. Guy is flying right through his birthday! I wonder if that means he'll always be a year younger. Hmmm
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