For me, this was in the mid-1970s. There was a Falafel Cart parked daily on the Bancroft sidewalk at Telegraph that often had a line, albeit a short one. I had never heard of falafel before and I wasn't interested in trying it, but the cart seemed to be popular (despite the pervasive aura of rancid grease), at least among hairy-armpit Earth Mothers and mal-nourished Tie-Die Vegetarians. The popularity of the cart piqued my curiosity but it was never enough for me to give it a try.
My preferred post-class hangout with my Cal pals was Kip's -- usually draft pitchers or Black and Tans (Bass Ale and Beck's) with their greasy pizza. During mid-day coffee breaks, the Espresso joint at Bancroft and College (which we referred to as "Espresso Expensive" -- I think the actual name was "Espresso Roma") was an occasional stop. The downside of Kip's was having to hose off the soles of my shoes the next day to remove the sticky beer residue.
My preferred post-class hangout with my Cal pals was Kip's -- usually draft pitchers or Black and Tans (Bass Ale and Beck's) with their greasy pizza. During mid-day coffee breaks, the Espresso joint at Bancroft and College (which we referred to as "Espresso Expensive" -- I think the actual name was "Espresso Roma") was an occasional stop. The downside of Kip's was having to hose off the soles of my shoes the next day to remove the sticky beer residue.
