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Photo du Jour 501
Picture is the cover of "Tadich Grill," by John Briscoe, available from Ten Speed Press.
There's a lot to love about the Tadich Grill, that venerable San Francisco institution. We've eaten there many times before, and there are some things some folks don't get about it that we appreciate. We're not crazy about the cost -- 1849 cuisine, and we're low on gold nuggets. But please indulge us as we share some of the finer points of the Tadich experience, which ultimately make an occasional visit well worth it.
Great Bar
Last Friday night, we got there before the rest of our party, put our name on the waiting list, snuck through a crack in the throng of people at the bar, and were rewarded with a stiff, cold, tasty (in other words, perfect) gin martini. Only $5, too. We only spilled a little bit on the guy that unintentionally elbowed us as we took it away from the bar and sidled up to the wall.
The rest of our party were in transit on the One California, so we knew we could probably knock back two of these suckers.
Great Staff
Don't you hate obnoxious customers? We observed this skinny, bespectaled guy getting all pissy that there were no seats at the bar for him while he was waiting. His female companion tried to calm him down, but was he's seriously throwing a tantrum, for no good reason. When you come to a popular restaurant, especially on a Friday, right after work hours in the Financial District, you need to understand that personal space and comfort may well be an issue throughout the whole evening. Deal with it.
We pegged this whiner as exactly the kind of fellow who would take his problems out on the staff -- lo and behold, he began complaining to one of the bartenders, who also serve as hosts, about the wait. Said bartender would not take his crap. "I need to see your whole party before I seat you, sir," he said, mostly respectfully. At this point, his party was scattered throughout the place. "They're here!" pissy guy insisted, flailing his skinny arms about. "I need to see them," says Tadich bartender.
Skinny guy turns red and wants the employee's name. Employee was as unflinching in giving his name as he was in standing up to the disrespectful twit. Skinny guy made a huge show of writing the name down in exaggerated strokes on a piece of scrap paper.
Long story short: we appreciate a management that allows for a brusque, honest waitstaff. You get respect, you give respect . . . in other words, the customer is NOT always right. Sometimes to the delight of others. Like us, when pissy guy was getting all flustered.
Huge Space; Interesting Layout
A lot of the seating is semi-private, due to little walls and partitions. There are plenty of hooks and places to hand your coat -- huge plus. Tables have plenty of space between them. Even so, we were modestly successful in evesdropping on the quartet of academic-looking oldsters at the table next to us, who were enjoying the food and good company. To put it another way, there's room to breathe, but you're not isolated by any means.
Good, Crusty Bread
Not the best sourdough in town, but it's plenty good and they bring plenty of it. And it's really, really crusty, which we love in a sourdough.
Best Cioppino in Town
It's not the fanciest cioppino -- we recall some nice ones elsewhere with fun stuff like polenta on the bottom and similar. But we submit it's the best -- a deep tomato broth with a flavor that is more or less the very definition of comfort on a cold or rainy day. Lots of fish, but not fishy. Perfect mix of shellfish and things more Kosher.
The rest of the menu ranges from servicable to pretty good -- but the cioppino is tops. Tadich may not always be worth the $20 a head you'll pay, but when you want a stiff drink, great atmosphere, and have a hankering for that special seafood stew, there's nowhere better.
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I wonder if that was the same Pissy Guy I saw last Tuesday at Rubicon. He was dramatically telling someone that unless they could find two seats for him, he was going leave immediately and never come back!
When did tantrums replace slipping a cash "encouragement" to the host? Is it effective?
I bet he went home and wrote a scathing Yelp review.
that crusty sourdough is the old school stuff I grew up on
Tadich was the spot my grandfather landed a job when he first came to this country. The founder (and my grandpa) were from the Dalmatian coast in present day Croatia.
Tadich, Original Joe's, Sam's were all started by Dalmatinas
and polenta in a cioppino is crap. F that
Thanks for this great review. I'm a native and have never been there precisely due to fear of fellows like skinny guy. Now will venture in, although at 4pm on a Tuesday - the best time for anything. Also bwah ha ha Yelp review bwah haha - so true. Ha.
Sounds like an interesting place to visit, with definite historical value. I've heard any of the fish sautes are also excellent.
Maybe I can talk my Dad into eating the cioppino there next year for Father's Day, rather than the weak, underseasoned stuff at Cioppino's on Fisherman's Wharf. And I agree with guest. Polenta doesn't have any place in a real cioppino.