Eigenmumbles

On a long bus ride home, I listened to old episodes of RadioLab, and the guy telling the story talked about vividly remembering a resraurant that he always walked past and dreamed about, but never visited. And then I remembered the tapas place in North Berkeley that I used to walk past during my first year of graduate school. It was on my way home, and I usually walked back late enough that most of the stuff around was closed. The folks inside looked like they were enjoying themselves. I never actually went in. I wonder if it’s still open now?