the same restaurants.

True, many of the old names have been retained or revived, but there is
not felt the old spirit of camaraderie. Old personalities have passed
away and old customs have degenerated. Those who await The Call feel
that with the passing of the old city there passed much that made life
worth living, and as they prepare to cross to the Great Beyond, they
live in their memories of the Past.

With reverence we think of the men and women of the early San Francisco
- those who made the city the Home of Bohemia--and it is with this
feeling that we now come to discuss the Bohemian restaurants of the New
San Francisco.



Sang the Swan Song

In the latter part of April, 1906, when the fire-swept streets presented
their most forbidding aspect, and when the only moving figures to be
seen after nightfall were armed soldiers guarding the little remaining
of value from depredations of skulking vagabonds, a number of the old
Bohemian spirits gathered at the corner of Montgomery and Commercial
streets, and gazed through the shattered windows into the old dining
room where they had held many a royal feast. On the blackened walls
might still be seen scarred pictures, fringed by a row of black cats
along the ceiling. They turned their steps out toward the Presidio,
hunted among the Italian refugees and there found Coppa--he of the
wonderful black cats, and it took little persuasion to induce him to go
back to his ruined restaurant and prepare a dinner, such as had made his