There is a Burmese Street Food restaurant on Shattuck in downtown Berkeley. Last year I had lunch there almost every week. It was an easy stop heading back from UCHastings after morning classes, take BART, have lunch, then show up for 1400 class at Cal on Tues/Thurs. I had eaten there often enough that I really didn’t need to look at a menu.
When everything here shut down, they closed as well. When your primary customers are students, faculty, and staff from the University, even if you could be open, it simply doesn’t make sense. Like many other restaurants here- it is family owned and run. About two weeks ago, they started offering take-away between 1100-1700. I’ve grabbed lunch a couple of times and missed the time slot several others. Even tho my two favorite choices are not on the menu, I could find an alternative.
Today I had planned on lunch, then realized that I wouldn’t have wheels. Yes, I could have hiked into town and back (or ridden the bus up the hill). But has become increasingly peoplely out. George had to head to UCSF for an appointment this afternoon. Since they are not letting in anyone who doesn’t have to be there, I didn’t see any point in riding along to sit in parking garage. Mostly because the lightening is totally inadequate for reading, stitching or knitting.
When I offered lunch to Dani as a bribe to pick up Burmese, she begged off. But a few minutes later, she sent Alex up with a most excellent salad.
(insert imagination here – I forgot to take a picture before enjoying every last scrap).
