Over the weekend I finally made it to the Mixing Bowl on Telegraph, in Oakland's Temescal neighborhood. It's right down the street from Bakesale Betty and Scream Sorbet. The Mixing Bowl offers a pleasant brunch, but I was especially excited by the fact that they served Roast coffee.
Why? Because I enjoy Roast--roasted in Emeryville--at least twice a week at the Commonwealth, my home away from home near Samuel Merritt. The Commonwealth has a flair for all things British (they celebrated new year's at 4 PM Dec. 31 because it was midnight in London), and tables made of handpicked wood from an Oakland lumberyard. They also serve Roast.
Not to mention Semifreddi's pastries, one of Berkeley's finest. Further down the lane from Commonwealth, at Farley's East on Grand, the latest news is that they too now serve Semifreddi's. I haven't yet indulged, although at Farley's I sometimes buy overly intellectual magazines that I barely read. Farley's is right down the street from Bakesale Betty's new downtown location. Both have the ironing boards as tables.
While I haven't yet had the Semifreddi's pastries, I have been to Semifreddi's itself. This is on a quiet pocket of Claremont in Berkeley, where I found myself on Dec. 31 a few hours before the Commonwealth celebrated new year's. (I was there because I decided not to drive home from Berkeley by the usual route, which involves a left turn onto 51st St right next to Bakesale Betty and very close to Scream Sorbet.) Even at the home base of Semifreddi's I declined a pastry, but this is only because I wanted a panini instead.
Next up on my itinerary, at some point soon, is Scream Sorbet.
You might be screaming yourself by this point. "How indulgent! How yuppie!" etc. etc. It's true, but I make no apology. If sales taxes are meant to prop up the services of our beleaguered towns, someone has to have the discretionary income to pay them.