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.