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IN THE PIPELINE:

The Huntington Beach breakfast spot, an institution for three decades, has just a few more months in Central Park.

May 20, 2010|Chris Epting

It may be the largest cinnamon roll I've ever seen in my life. About the size of a dog's head, warm from the oven, and made from scratch like pretty much everything else here 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 same 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 was near. But a petition was started by a caring customer, Richard Reinbolt, the people spoke out at a public hearing, and something special happened. A groundswell occurred. And those in charge got the message. Alice's was granted a two-year reprieve by the city; a gesture that allowed time for her and her family to bring down the curtain at their own pace, with dignity and grace.

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But now here we are, and the September closing date is almost upon us. The aforementioned curios surrounding us all have little price tags on them. And Alice, now 79, sighs a heavy sigh at the table. "It's hard to believe the time is almost here. Thirty years is a long time to be doing anything, and I'm really going to miss all of this," she says, gesturing around the room, which is almost full.

By "this," she doesn't mean the decorations. She means the people. "It's not like I make a lot of money here," she says quietly. "But I've made friends, and met people, and served the community. It's like when John owned The End Café. It was always about people." She is referring to her late husband, who, for years, owned and operated the legendary restaurant at the tip of the Huntington Beach Pier. Then, 30 years ago, the city asked her and John to open a place in Huntington Central Park, and the rest is, well, cinnamon roll history.

Alice's daughter, Mary Beth Gustafson, is baking away on this sunny morning as she always is, ably assisted by her daughter. Mary Beth is not quite sure yet where she will be taking her now-legendary baking skills, but several options are being discussed (and a column about Mary Beth will be following in the next several weeks).

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