Sometimes I just have to get out of the City but not so far away that I lose sight of the San Francisco skyline. On days like this I head over to Berkeley’s Gourmet Ghetto for shoe shopping, shortbread cookies, lunch and a view with roses.
The only thing better than a good piece of chocolate is a great pair of shoes. First stop: EARTHLY GOODS. Don’t let the Eco-Berkeley name fool you. This is no Earth Mama store. Along with a complete line of Eileen Fischer clothes they carry a great line of authentically reproduced vintage shoes from REMIX VINTAGE SHOES Los Angeles. And darn if those cute black and white spectators didn’t have my name on them. With shopping bag tossed over my arm and new shoes on my feet I walked (strutted actually) over to CESAR for lunch.
A cool glass of rose wine, some hot fried potato wedges dusted with cumin seed and a small ramekin of salt cod and potato cazuela (a cod and potato spread) were enough to refuel and launch me on my way to more shopping.
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Today is Alex Fife’s 51st birthday. I would like to imagine that if he was still alive we would have had a nice morning chat on the phone before he headed off to teach his fifth grade class in East Los Angeles. One of his favorite lessons was on Homer Simpson. Did the children know who Homer was named after? And did they know who Homer, the philosopher, was? And by the end of the lesson the children would be speaking Greek and drawing pictures on the sides of containers to tell their own stories of the hunt. Because Alex was clever that way. And so creative. We met when we were tour guides at the University Art Museum at Berkeley. The first time I noticed him he was bounding through a gallery (he had an extra little bounce in every step) with a pack of children in tow, his long bangs falling down over one eye. Playing the Pied Piper he could get the coolest kid in a class to pretend to be George Washington crossing the Delaware. The next thing you knew there were 13 year olds asking when they could come back to the museum to see Alex.
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