Bunches of Bruncheons

Girlfriend J came to visit Berkeley and the best thing about having someone sleep over is seeing them in the morning for brunch. And the best thing about brunch is cocktails before noon. And the best thing about Bette’s Oceanview Diner is that it has giant floating pies

alas the view is more yuppie lingerie store than ocean view.

alas the view is more yuppie lingerie store than ocean.

I’ve had their banana pie in the past, which was nothing to shout about. The 4th Street neighborhood of Berkeley is cute, but going once a year is enough for me. There is a limit to how much gourmet italian pasta/designer suitcase/spa products window shopping one can stomach.

I also stomached a very boring breakfast that would've taken two seconds to make at home but I wanted to be nice to my body so it wouldn't seek revenge at the bar later that night. Sometimes you really want to pay someone $5 to bring you a scoop of granola and sliced fruit. I had it with iced tea (obsessed on Mariah Carey levels) and soymilk.

I also stomached a very boring breakfast that would've taken two seconds to make at home but I wanted to be nice to my body so it wouldn't seek revenge at the bar later. Inspired by the hoity toity neighborhood, I really wanted to pay someone $5 to bring me a scoop of granola and sliced fruit. I had it with iced tea (obsessed on Mariah Carey levels) and soymilk.

J needed the protein only scrambled eggs can deliver and they convinced her try it softer. Which is a bigger risk than they understand because J is the most particular eater I know so she almost couldn't enjoy it. The plate looks pretty stingy on the eggs and heavy on toast. I ate her homefries, as usual. J also doesn't like potatoes. Basically, food blogs cry when she's around.

J needed the protein only scrambled eggs can deliver and they convinced her try it softer. Which is a bigger risk than they understand because J is the most particular eater I know so she almost couldn't enjoy it. The plate looks pretty stingy on the eggs and heavy on toast. I ate her homefries, as usual. J also doesn't like potatoes. Basically, food blogs cry when she's around.

no diner complete without jukeboxes. something for everyone here

no diner complete without jukeboxes. something for everyone here

Because I’m feeling rebellious and my order was so boring, there will be a different rating system

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On this grey rainy morn we walked a couple blocks to Crepevine, a cute chain with almost every breakfast food fathomable.

It's in the center of the Gourmet Ghetto. All the flower shops and bakeries and veg food on this street makes me want to stay here forever

It's in the center of the Gourmet Ghetto. All the flower shops and bakeries and veg food on this street make me want to stay here forever

yes we've officially entered hot choco/soup weather! also, all weather is iced tea weather for me

yes we've officially entered hot choco/soup weather! also, all weather is iced tea weather for me. i tried the hot chocolate and i just have to say, the euro hot choco at the gelato shop i work in is unparalleled

scrumpy vegan tomato basil soup with french bread. so comforting. the soup is prob thickened by veggies. sidenote, the staff here is so sweet. i've gotten amazing service everywhere I've been lately. Stepping up their game because it's so hard to keep business going lately

scrumpy vegan tomato basil soup with french bread. so comforting. the soup is prob thickened by pureed veggies. sidenote, the staff here is so sweet. i've gotten amazing service everywhere I've been lately. Stepping up their game because people don't eat out as much anymore?

This was a Santa Fe crepe (10) with chicken apple sausage, scrambled eggs, and provolone cheese. J asked for it without any of the Santa Fe components, aka salsa fresca and onions. I have no comment. I can't even call myself a food blogger because I just wrote about a bowl of granola and soup. Whatevs that's what I eat

This was a Santa Fe crepe (10) with chicken apple sausage, scrambled eggs, and provolone cheese. J asked for it without any of the Santa Fe components, aka salsa fresca and onions. I have no comment. I can't even call myself a food blogger because I just wrote about a bowl of granola and soup. Whatevs that's what I eat

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