In the early 1940's the Presidio terminal was a long platform with overhead shelter and a building at the west end that was a cafeteria-style restasurant during the war years. My mom and I would have a sandwich there after shopping at the Commissary. We sometimes saw Italian POWs from Angel Island on work details. They whistled and shouted as we walked by...my mom was a real "slick chick." After the war the restaurant became a small PX where in 1946 I bought a fantastic portable radio; it was small enough to hold in one hand!