Ferronlandia

The first time I came here was a Thursday evening around 8 pm. There was a group of four waiting at the door, every seat in the house was full, and small plates with towers of tempura vegetables and mystery skewers were steadily streaming out of the small kitchen window. I waited for about 10 [...]

Being in downtown Berkeley has always made me feel like I’m in high school again. Those days of scrambling for crappy off-campus lunches, impatiently waiting for the hourly 65 bus, and being called a godless parasite by angry, angry bums. Enduring the mix of cal students, frumpy entitled hippies, sad empty storefronts, and bad drivers [...]