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I wasn't sure what to expect, either for Berkeley or the Play, but both were very entertaining. I seem to remember visiting Berkeley once or twice in my ill spent youth, but the town seemed totally new to me. First, getting out of the BART station we noticed an unusually large number of beggars. Not just beggars, but young beggars. And not just young beggars, but young beggars smoking pot. I certainly have nothing against young people smoking pot, but to see them begging (rather aggressively) honestly surprised me. I wonder who gives them money.
But we wandered around town and found a nice little place for lunch called Le Note. Doreen had Ratatouille, and I had a Croque Madam. Both were passable, if not great.
We then wandered about the UC campus to kills some time. It is a very pretty campus:
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| From Berkeley |
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| From Berkeley |
and stumbled into a street festival. Those are always fun.
But getting back to the Arabian nights. We all know the story (The king is betrayed, he promises to kill each wife after one single night, Scheherazade keeps her head by stringing out stories that never end, and the king always lets her live one more night to hear one more story until he falls in love), but each story was played just delightfully. And the stories! There are stories within stories within stories. And each actor just became the role they were in at the moment. It was a long play, and I just didn't want it to end. If you ever get a chance to see it, you can't turn it down.
After the show, we had dinner reservations at Chez Paniesse (careful if you click through. There is music) Alice Water's (justly famous) restaurant. The food was great (you had no choice. But that didn't matter - it was great) and the wines were superb. We started with a roast quail salad with a duck liver crotini on the side. Then lobster bisque. The main course was roast lamb, and dessert was buckwheat pancakes! It was an excellent meal
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