It’s hard to believe preservationists let this place die and I cringe to think of “The Med” being replaced by a Third Wave otter water joint with smug ABD’s pouring water over coffee grounds.
Even before my Cal days I would hitchhike from North Beach to Berkeley (via the Broadway on-ramp) to hang out there, Robbie’s and Moe’s Books (my Telegraph Ave Holy Trinity).
It’s not your father’s Berkeley!
