The Median

A must do.

A bit odd. This is almost like reviewing a really sweet park bench, but anyways.
grassy, next to a bunch of awesome food, warm, and has lots of trees. Sit, chat, and don’t get hit walking over to it. A common place to hang. Why chill on the sidewalk when theres a little 400′ X 8′ slice of nature in the middle of the road? Apparently that’s the collective thought.

The day when people stop eating Cheeseboard on the median is the day I mourn the a great cooperative-​owned pizzeria and everything it stands for.
It’s a testament to how good the pizza is – as if the line down the street didn’t already say enough. It’s a testament to how good food can create impromptu community spaces, even if there’s a sign that says it’s not allowed. When the sun is out, the patches of shade on the grassy median are ideal, and even sometimes preferred over the tight space that the restaurant has to offer. You can still here the live music that they have at lunch and dinnertime.
Just – pay attention when crossing the street. And if you’re driving, beware jaywalkers with slices of pizza in their hands!

Ha! I’m glad that someone added this to Unilocal.I hate that all these «hipsters» sit on the median «in defiance» of the sign that clearly says do not. As if sitting in the middle of a bunch of car exhaust while eating pizza is somehow going to enhance the flavor…
Its even more sad when they all stand around the median blocking traffic so they can pose with the sign whilst holding their greasy slab of pizza up and doing that peace sign thing for photos for their cyworlds or myspace or facebook or what have you…
Grow up. It’s dangerous, gross, annoying and most of all EMBARRASSING!

The Median. It’s where Berkeley sits to feast on Cheeseboard pizza because nothing says delicious like risking your life to nuzzle up to a patch of grass on a sunny day.
When I first dined at Cesar many years ago, we were sitting by the windows when we noticed what could only be described as the descending of a flock of locusts, I mean High School kids, on the median. There must have been at least 12 of them huddling around a half-​gallon of Breyer’s ice cream. I guess that’s how I rolled, too, before alcohol kept me off the streets.
«Keep off Media (n).» Yes, we will blatantly ignore this decree by continuing to eat our gourmet snacks in between lanes of opposing traffic. Really, how better to oppose traffic?