Table for One

the waitress was wearing so little that i blushed.

Talk about bang for your buck! Don’t let the modest exterior fool you — T41, Oakland’s newest pop-​up restaurant, makes the swankiest foodholes in the bay area look like swanky foodholes.
Chef Bernard whips up a hearty and tasty Morroccean stew with casual aplomb, leaving you begging for leftovers. His quick, quirky and easy wit turn his table visits into pure fun, and he does it all while dressed in a casually seductive way that makes Christopher Losa (owner of bar bambino) look overdressed, and Italian, with long narrow feet. The eye-​candy wait staff, with their air of cool indifference, attend to their needs first, but are otherwise so sweet that you won’t care. You can fill your own damn glass.
Speaking of which, the wine list, now expired, perfectly frames the culinary flavors evoked by Chef B, and dessert, even if purchased elsewhere, is the final aria in an evening of performance art. You will definitely not want to leave, so even if the wait staff is very slow with the check, all is fine. And although location may be inconvenient to some, for others there is nothing like rolling off your dinner chair and into bed.
The Dimond never had it so good! Stay tuned for the next Brigadoon-​like appearance of this not-​to-​be-​missed, extraordinary experience, which is «almost like being in love.» And, as Lerner and Loewe noted, the economics alone dictate a fair price for your meal:
I’m sellin’ a bit o’ milk an’ cream.
Come sip it an’ ye will vow
That this is the finest milk an’ cream
That ever came out a cow.
Though finest it is, the price is small,
With milk an’ the cream alack!
There’s nothin’ to do but sell it all.
The cow winna take it back.