Restaurant:

Having met the owner of Saul's some 24 years ago during the Cold War, I had to wonder what her restaurant was like. I was in the Bay Area for a holiday, and took a ride to Berkeley to find out. Feeling extremely nervous, I was listening to 'The Gap' by the Thompson Twins as I strolled up the street.
When I got to Saul's there was nobody I knew about, so I accepted the greeting and was seated at a table near the back, looking out. I started with a wonderful espresso the like of which I would go back for just by itself. I mean, it was almost salty. Crisp and tasty, just the jolt I needed to recover from my travels. But not the only jolt.
Anyway, I then refused the complimentary iced water (which is a sign of hospitality, not service), and had a beer, one of the naturally cloudy ones that seem common in California. It was fine, but filters aren't required for clear beer. Here in England we use Finings made from Catfish gut. (The brewers tell vegans that even water has also had fish in it at one time or another).
I ordered the Falafel Sandwich; there were three large pieces, which were actually very filling, and a super spicy salad with Hummous that was golden and pooled with natural oils. The Pitta bread was fresh. The food was wholesome, flavoursome and filling. What more could you want?
Another beer of course.
Which I had.
Then the old, cold warrior herself came down and things went through the looking glass to days of new and old, and we had a little chat.
I recognised her, but then I would.
She also recognised me, which was a slightly scary bonus, as I tried to hide behind my credit card.
So to sum it up, I think that if you are a man or woman of the world, who knows good food for modest prices and good value, and if you are looking for a meal, not a psychoanalysis session or the solution to personal problems(which restaurants traditionally don't cater for) then this is the place for you.
If not, no restaurant will ever satisfy you short of utter abjection on the part of its people.