okay, will you come to Berkeley sometime and eat at the Berkeley one with me? afterwards we can go gorge ourselves on ice cream or something. an old friend and former chef/coworker of mine is the manager (and hott), and I just finally went there two weeks ago for lunch. I was soooooo sceptical, but whatever I had was actually really very tasty. we will have so much fun snickering at various things... for example, the servers have to say the name of the dish as they place it- which is normal, but instead of saying, "your ravioli," they have to say, "I am bliss..."