What I miss at 11:45 pm: A proper greasy spoon, open until late, with eggs any style, grits, hashbrowns, even kimchi and bulgogi on the menu (as in Berkeley's Makris Cafe, my favorite diner in the world--now, alas, closed). Caters to truckers, plumbers, and sparkys in the AM, lovers and clubbers in the PM. Motown ever on the radio. Oh, my kingdom for a cup of scorched black java, a copy of the SF Weekly, and a window seat with a lively view of the City.

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