I had a lovely lunch date with my friend, Jordan, at Swan Oyster Depot today.
Despite having lived in the neighborhood for 9 years now, Jordan had never been to eat there. Until today.
It’s located on Polk Street, at the foot of Nob Hill–my old stomping grounds.
Even though it was 11:45 on a Tuesday, there was a long wait. As usual.
They only seat about 20 people along the bar inside.
This place is an institution in the city. It’s a somewhat like Tadich, but smaller…and a bit scruffier. In a good way.
Our waiter, Tom, was a kick. Naturally, he’s part of the family that has been running the place since 1912. He made our afternoon and our meal, that much more delightful.
Of course, we started with oysters.
Yes, they were as good as they look.
But we couldn’t stop there, and enjoyed both shrimp cocktail and clam chowder before giving into our full bellies.
Needless to say, I will be back.
After all, it’s one of my favorite places in town.
If you haven’t been…do I even need to say it? Just go.
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