It may be the largest cinnamon roll I've ever seen. About the size of a dog's head, warm from the oven, and made from scratch like pretty much everything else at Alice's Breakfast in the Park. Placed before me along with my eggs and toast, it's part of another memorable breakfast in one of the city's most beloved establishments.
Two years ago, I sat with Alice Gustafson at this table, in the charming parlor setting surrounded by curios, knickknacks, bird cages and other bits of wistful ephemera.
Back then, we talked about the battle she was going through with the city. It looked as if the end were near. But customer Richard Reinbolt started a petition, the people spoke out at a public hearing. Those in charge got the message. Alice's was granted a two-year reprieve; a gesture that allowed her and her family to bring down the curtain at their own pace, with dignity and grace. But here we are, and the September closing date is almost upon us. The curios surrounding us all have little price tags on them. And Alice, 79, lets out a heavy sigh.