925 arrived on Piedmont Ave. The intent was documented: we said "cheesy fries or whatever." This is a direct quote. This is what was said walking in.

The menu at Fentons does not have cheesy fries. The menu does not have fries of any kind. The menu has ice cream. The menu has been ice cream since Grover Cleveland was president. This is not new information. The intelligence failure was ours.

We ordered the Black & Tan. We did not speak again for eleven minutes. The argument about cheesy fries is officially closed. Filed under: errors we are grateful for.

The Black & Tan is vanilla ice cream and coffee ice cream with hot fudge. It sounds simple. It is not simple. What happens to a person when they eat it is not something we are prepared to put in a public dispatch. It is between you and the cup.

Fentons is in the 510. We are 925. This is not an obstacle. This is a reason to drive.

Piedmont Ave is one of the better streets in the Bay. Bookstores. Coffee. The old theater. The neighborhood is calm the way Oakland is calm when you get off the freeway and into the blocks that have been there for decades and know it.

You park. You walk to Fentons. You wait in the line. You get the Black & Tan. You sit at a table. You do not check your phone. This is a field recommendation with no qualifications attached.

The 925 drove to the 510. The 510 gave us ice cream. No cheesy fries were served. No cheesy fries were needed. The record is clean.