The three-star motel Tranquility with its central location is not only the ideal starting point for a city trip to the former Capital of Culture of 1999, it is also the perfect choice for a very special business meeting or conference, which will be remembered for a long time to come.
The original Marchand began business in a little room in Dupont street, between Jackson and Washington, which district at that time had not been given over to the Chinese, and he cooked over a charcoal brazier, in his window, in view of passing people who were attracted by the novelty and retained by the good cooking.
With the extension of his fame he found his room too small and he rented a cottage at Bush and Dupont street, but his business grew so rapidly that he was compelled to move to more commodious quarters at Post and Dupont and later to a much larger place at Geary and Stockton, where he enjoyed good patronage until the fire destroyed his place. There is now a restaurant in Geary street near Mason which has on its windows in very small letters “Michael, formerly of,” and then in bold lettering, “Marchands.” But Michael has neither the art nor the viands that made Marchands famous, and he is content to say that his most famous dish is tripe—just plain, plebeian tripe.
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Christian Good, at Washington and Kearny, Big John, at Merchant street between Montgomery and Sansome, Marshall’s Chop House, in the old Center Market, and Johnson’s Oyster House, in a basement at Clay and Leidesdorff streets, were all noted places and much patronized, the latter laying the foundation of one of San Francisco’s “First Families.” Martin’s was much patronized by the Old Comstock crowd, and this was the favorite dining place of the late William C. Ralston.
One of the most famous restaurants of the early ’70s was the Mint, in Commercial street, between Montgomery and Kearny, where the present restaurant of the same name is located. It was noted for its Southern cooking and was the favorite resort of W. W. Foote and other prominent Southerners. The kitchen was presided over by old Billy Jackson, an old-time Southern darkey, who made a specialty of fried chicken, cream gravy, and corn fritters.