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Cheap but not easy: A night with Stuart and the Intern

Updated: Jul 15, 2010 10:48
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As an ode to his resolutions and to not be a jerk to his intern any longer, Stuart has proposed a weekly rendevous with yours truly.  Whether it’s going to check out somewhere new, getting some beers or catching a show, we’re going out and blogging the findings. Think of it as seeing into one of our nights out every single week. Oh, the voyeurism is titillating!

For our first installment, it was Stuart’s idea to head to Berkeley to catch The Devil Makes Three for free at Amoeba. It was not his idea however to do research prior to heading out.  We get off the Ashby BART station, only to find that we should have gotten off at the Downtown Berkeley station. After an obscene amount of walking we finally find Amoeba on Telegraph, 20 minutes too late. This is the view we were treated to:

Nonetheless, we managed to squeeze in eventually and enjoy the show from a much closer angle. They sounded great and were awesome to the crowd — if you get a chance, you need to see them live.   Guaranteed to get your money’s worth.

In need of a stiff, cheap drink, we wandered out to the street and tried to ask kids who looked like they went to UC Berkeley about where we could find a dive bar that would service our needs. After many douchebags and pairs of Ray-Ban sunglasses, we finally found a messenger through a sweet, unassuming lady who looked like she had just finished a workout. She said: “Go to Triple Rock on Shattuck.  They have cheap drinks.” Even though the smell of her yoga mat was overwhelming, we decided to trust her.

Another spell of obscene amount of walking later, we show up at the Triple Rock. We see wings and chili cheese fries — definite good sign. Stu wanted to sit, but I told him we should look at a menu first; it looked too good to be true. And it was! $11 for a fucking liter of beer? Are you KIDDING me? This wasn’t going to do — not on the pretense that I only had a $20 in my pocket and I was expecting to get fucked up.

After wandering around in denial for a little longer, we gave up. I threw my hands up and Stu was on the verge of tears.

That’s right, kids — Berkeley owned us. Its sweet, tree hugging, foodie lovin, plenty of parkin self owned us like no other…so we decided to flee.  After some negotiating, we ended up at Naan N Curry in the Tenderloin — a no-brainer — and Edinburgh Castle for some inexpensive, intoxicating brews.

When we’re on home turf nothing can stop us, but we have to get some credit for venturing [or stumbling] blind into the unknown. Until next week, Berkeley sucks.

-Monica the Intern

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Monica Miller - The Intern

Monica Miller - The Intern

Ms. Miller was born in San Diego, CA to one lesbian mother and one
righteous, cheap father. Currently, she is enrolled at San Francisco
State University for a B.A. in Journalism and the approximate
completion date is around 2015. She has worked for many papers in the
Bay Area, including the Oakland Tribune and the San Mateo Country
Times and is currently the city editor at one of the most
underappreciated publications in SF, the Golden Gate [X]press. Though
she may find bargains aplenty, it only stems from the necessity of
never landing an actual job and working for hacks [like Stuart.] With
intelligence, style, poise, bite, and honesty, she will rip your heart
out; but not before writing some awesome, poignant shit. This year,
she is looking forward to bigger and better things such as: trying to
get paid for a gig, actually finding a date that isn't a loser or
fucking crazy, not calling her parents when hungover and bringing you
the best of the 7x7 everyday of the week. [By the way, I wasn't
kidding about the date thing; if you love food, booze and shoegaze,
get at me.]


  1. January 27, 2009 at 6:21 pm

    That’s what you get for taking advice from a yuppie who can afford to throw money away on faux-exercising.

    If the Downtown area of Berkeley is your only option for our neck of the woods, then I highly recommend what is commonly referred to as ‘the Asian Ghetto’ for cheap eats: a tightly packed cluster of holes-in-the-wall a few blocks up Durant from Telegraph. On top of every kind of Asian cuisine you could think of, they also have a donut shop. Win. As far as drinks go, you’ll pretty much be forced to hobnob with the college crowd for cheap drinks: Blake’s has certain deals pretty much every night of the week along with food, as well as live music in the basement. Raleigh’s is down the street on Telegraph (now Manny’s?) and has a giant ass fire place, which means I’m sold. If you make the mistake of getting off on Ashby again, head up two blocks to Shattuck and check out the old and rad brick-and-mortar Starry Plough, but check in advance if there’s a show that night because they often charge a cover.

    Hope this could be of some service and that you give Berkeley a second chance… it’d be rad to see you guys around!

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