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.
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. 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.
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
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 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. 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 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
When people turn away from the 1-hour wait at Rick and Ann’s, many end up here, on the other side of Berkeley. Too bad neither could muster up a more creative name ’cause that’s what I like my decisions to fall back on.
two eggs (7.5) poached with english muffin and vegetarian black beans
Drab, but satisfying. It’d been years since I’ve had an English muffin and I don’t remember enjoying one as much as this. The eggs were perfectly poached, if that’s any indicator of the chef’s technique, although 7.5 eggs tend to deliver. I think poached are my favorite, with over easy coming in second. Staying true to my namesake, I went with black beans instead of homefries and they were basically bombdiggity (yeah I’m from the 90s). Beans I’ve cooked have never been so soft, yet still intact. I love the inky black color of bean juice. Another addition to the things-i’d-slosh-in list. However, the cheese was unnecessary, the oranges disappointingly sour, and the butter superfluous unless they were going to give me eight more muffins to spread it on. Mere details, but details count.
I've never said this, but, check out that bad boy
Think my breakfast was too healthy and Dickensonian? G’s “Alameda” (11.5) should make up for it, with “brisket, mushrooms, Golden Gate ham, roasted tomatoes, and emmenthal cheese sandwiched between two pieces of savory French toast, topped with two eggs over-easy, Hollandaise sauce, and a balsamic reduction”. She adored the mushrooms, flavorful brisket, and sauce with hints of horseradish, but didn’t taste any balsamic. She felt there was too much spinach (never a prob for me) and undercooked tomato. Best to eat this quickly because the bread gets soggy fast, but it’s quite a beaut.
“i’m having a sexual experience with this avocado right now”
“ugh. go moan in your room.”
Sorry about that, I suspect it just set a new level of smut to this blog. And about time. This was an amazing salad – baby lettuce, romaine, cucumbers, avocado, hummus, bit of TJ’s balsamic vinaigrette, and salt. I’m really into salad dressed with salt now, inspired by a Russian friend who likes her food unadulterated. Though adultery is necessary once in a while.
A boring lunch I had yesterday of eggs on lettuce (avo added later) but I took a picture anyway. I’m always disappointed by eggs..other than the ones my late hens used to lay. Other than eggs used in pastries. I’m not really interested in veganism but this aversion to eggs, milk and cheese is making it hard to avoid.