We stayed here for 4 nights on our honeymoon and it was a brilliant place. Here's my journal entry describing it:
From San Francisco airport we took the BART straight to 24th Street Mission, heart of the Spanish/Latino community of the city and home of many nice looking tacquerias. I was struck by just how different in character the streets are from those in London cities. Wide roads laid out in a grid, lots of telephone wires, huge cars, a confusing etiquette about when it’s allowed to cross the road. We walked a few blocks down to South Van Ness Avenue, where we found our lodgings, the Inn San Francisco.
This is a massive, ornately carved and painted Victorian house on a part of the street that escaped the big fire caused by the earthquake of 1906 and like most SF houses of this type has a large flight of steps up to the front door. We climbed wearily up and found ourselves in a large hallway of a house filled with antiques and peace and quiet. It felt a huge step away from the noisy street outside.
We were greeted enthusiastically by Marty, and by Marshmallow, a cheerful and chubby corgi who had just struggled up the flight of steps after her evening ‘constitutional’ as Marty informed us. Marty informed us of a lot. He took us on a tour of the house, pointing out a photo of the street in 1905, the elegant drawing room where breakfast (awesome! eggs, ham, quiche, muffins, fresh juice, great coffee...) would be laid out ‘by magic pixies’ from 7am, the beautiful peaceful garden which was clearly a pride and joy and the hot tub which we were permitted to use whenever we wanted as long as we didn’t indulge in any loud talking or giggling after 10pm. He shared with us his special ‘toast to newlyweds’. He pointed out the spiral staircase up to the roof terrace where he assured us the view was not merely good but wonderful (and it is – a full 360 view of the whole downtown). He gave us a very detailed carefully drawn out map of the neighbourhood and instructed us of a whole lot of cute places to eat, as well as the streets to avoid. He also informed us he was upgrading our ‘cozy’ room we had booked (the cheapest in the place) to one with a private en suite, for the same price. Bless him! You don’t get service like Marty in England that’s for sure.
So by now our bodies were starting to protest that we had been up for almost 24hours and we weren’t sure whether the need for sleep or food was more pressing. We dragged ourselves out from our charming little room at the top of the house, away from the antiques and the super soft bed and set out to discover a Saturday night in the Mission, where we were spoilt for choice for dinner - hipster bars, local Mexican eateries, cheap sushi, chic vegetarian restaurants. I could have eaten out well in this area at a different place every day for a month.










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