Sam’s Diner is on Market Street between 8th and 9th, which is like, boom! strike one. Not exactly a dining destination, not exactly the most picturesque stretch of road in San Francisco. And from the outside you’d have no reason to think that Sam’s wouldn’t be gross.
The fact is, Sam’s is pretty inoffensive. Nothing to get all excited about, but there’s an ok chance you won’t walk away unsatisfied. Steve and I met Sarah there for a sort of brunch.
We sat in a booth in a sunny, high ceiling-ed dining room. It was busy and service was a little tepid, but, like I said, it’s not fine dining so that sort of thing is to be expected. The menu was pretty standard San Francisco diner; Benedict specials, loco moco and terriyaki, but extensive. Also, a little pricier than I expected. It didn’t occur to me at the time, but it makes sense now that they cater to the theater crowd (the Orpheum is just down the block). Also, tourists. Which I should have realized, but me, I’m so dumb I saw this place with the tables all packed and thought, “this place must be good!” Instead of thinking, “tourists.”
Well, whatever, it may be a tourist spot, but I thought their chili cheese omelet (they call it a Texas omelet) was mighty tasty. And their menu states all cheese in the omelets is American unless specified, but they were happy to use cheddar instead when I asked. Hashbrowns were good too, a little less done than what I prefer, but that wasn’t enough to stop me from stuffing them in my face.
I was so busy wolfing down my food that I failed to notice my companions were less impressed with their meals.
Sarah seemed to be pretty blah about her burger. Though she was impressed by how bloody it was and made me take this picture of the jus soaking into the bun:
As they say, nom nom.
Steve was even more unenthused by his wedge salad and club sandwich. So it seems I made a prudent choice in selecting breakfast over lunch. I win again, ha ha!
I think the main deterrent that will keep me from returning to Sam’s is the price. My omelet was over ten bucks, c’mon! The sandwiches were a bit cheaper than that, but there’s better food for less. Also, there’s better food for more, but it’s a lot better. See what I mean? Sam’s is middle of the road tourist food. Certainly an oasis in the area, and if you’re a tourist at one of the local hotels I don’t fault you for choosing Sam’s over Carl’s Jr or All Star Donuts. If you’re a local, you can do better.
1220 Market St