After passing by and wondering for weeks, I finally got stopped in the Meal Ticket for breakfast. At a little after 8 on a bright Sunday morning, the room was not full, and I for one really dug the light airy feeling of the space. I sat at the small, high counter and read the courtesy Sunday paper, and my food came quickly enough. A couple of big fluffy cornmeal hotcakes, strewn with slices of banana and pan-heated chunks of apple, topped with a round of ruby grapefruit for a starter. A side of thick tasty bacon that I happily soaked in the syrup. Tasty strong coffee to wash it down. Not too shabby.
As folks came and went, I felt more like sitting in somebody's kitchen than in a restaurant. The comfortable, and non-excluding, friends-and-family atmosphere made me eager to return on that next bright early morning.
Address? Well, I blew that one. Meal Ticket is on San Pablo in Berkeley, just north of Gilman, east side of the street, next to Trevino's little Mexican place.