And I don't necessarily recommend this, but if you stood in the middle of the restaurant, spinning around like a ballerina, and were four feet tall with your eyes open, it would be a lot like traveling, looking out the window of a fast car.
Until you fell down and dreamed scrambled eggs with cheese.
"Have nice days," the door of the restaurant says. I'm trying. *
Mon.Thurs., 11 a.m.9:15 p.m.; Fri.Sat., 11 a.m.9:45 p.m.
251 Eighth St., Oakl.