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"Right next to the cable train system"

"We had a great time at this property. Although the weather didn’t allow us to use the patio, it was beautiful to look at from the sitting room. The location was perfect for visiting our daughter from the east coast."

"The breakfast, rooms neat and tidy. Staff polite and ready to help you. "

"The only issue is the limited walking distance options "

"The room was small to have two beds and the the facility needs some updates. However, our stay was pleasant and very good - reasonable price, parking, proximity to where we wanted to go. We will stay again . "

"Howard is a great host. Left us a list of nearby restaurants and services. The neighborhood was quiet and felt safe. Very walkable. I probably would not say there was a kitchen in the unit. It was more like a kitchenette. But overall we really enjoyed our stay!"

"Everyone is friendly "

"Marina was super clean and the amount of flowers is great to the senses. Tim is super personable and friendly. For an old hotel it still was quaint but had a modern feel. We stayed inside in the courtyard area which was quite quiet. I am sure the outside street rooms are a tad loud at times because of street traffic. The location is great for food and the Presidio."

"Ah, the Surf Inn in San Francisco—a place where the walls whisper secrets of yesteryears, and the floors hold onto memories (and perhaps a few mysterious stains) from decades past. Our stay was nothing short of an adventure in olfactory endurance and structural resilience. Upon entering our room, we were greeted by a symphony of creaks and groans from the floorboards, as if they were sharing their life stories with every step we took. The aroma was a complex bouquet reminiscent of a forgotten gym bag left in a damp basement—truly, a scent that grows on you after a while. The bathroom fixtures had a charming patina of rust, giving them a vintage appeal that transported us back to simpler times when functionality was optional. The showerhead, with its unpredictable water pressure, turned our morning rinse into a thrilling game of “Guess the Temperature.” As self-proclaimed connoisseurs of the broken and the stinky, we felt right at home. The Surf Inn didn’t just accommodate our quirks; it celebrated them. It was as if the universe had designed this place with us in mind—a sanctuary for those who find beauty in imperfection and humor in the musty corners of life. We must confess, however, to a minor transgression during our stay. In a moment of gastronomic rebellion, we indulged in a feast of a questionable pasta salad. The aftermath was a series of unintended emissions that violated the sanctity of our no-smoking room.To the housekeeping staff we extend our sincerest sorry."