Playland-Not-at-the-Beach ~ July 30, 2011

To celebrate Wednesday’s semi-centennial birthday, Wire, Wednesday, Trill and I decided to venture into the world of carnival fun from the 40’s and 50’s. We started off the trip  with an amazing breakfast at Bette’s Oceanview Diner in Berkeley, CA. A very playful, yet commanding host with a German accent amused us with his antics while we waited our 75 minutes for a table to become available. He would “make deals” with people if they wanted to dine outside, which was a breezy 62° and no sun to warm you up. Very few went for that option. Most people were “brave enough” (his words) to be put on the one hour plus waiting list. Wednesday and I read online reviews and were prepared to wait. Apparently our host appreciated this enough that he brought us a plate of fresh fruit when we were seated.

The coffee was delicious, the service was friendly and the food was great. Trill, Wire and Wednesday ordered their specialty pancake souffles, each a different flavor. I ordered the lox scramble that came with country potatoes that were crispy on the outside, fluffy on the inside and covered in herbs and onions. Trill and I traded half our meals so we had a nice sampling of the food. While the souffle was excellent, I preferred my lox scramble, which I put on my onion bagel, topping it with onions from the potatoes as well. It was so very yummy.

After brunch, we headed over to the museum, Playland-Not-at-the-Beach. We spent 3 hours there enjoying the displays and the free-play pinball machines. I didn’t even know that I liked pinball! I really loved the old machines with the metal-flip numbers for the scores. My favorite part of the museum was the amazing miniature circus display created from scratch by a father and son for over 50 years. The detail, the passion and the quality blew me away.

We decided that we should do this every year for Wednesday’s birthday. It was a most excellent day.

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3 Responses

  1. I babelfished the little sign on the window above Trill’s head in the first picture. It means “I must wait unfortunately outside.” Awww, poor dogs!

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