NOTE TO EVERYONE: I originally wrote this review on February 26, 2010, but in its infinite wisdom, Yelp decided, years after I had written the review, to make it a review of the Fremont BART Station, which I've never been to or used.
So here's my rightful FtR, five years later. Enjoy.
By the way, I have had to wait for the Orange Line, quite often actually. And it has annoyed me. But it's still three stars.
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I'm pretty mad at myself for not having reviewed individual BART lines sooner.
When I was in Southern California earlier this year, a server at one of my parents' favorite restaurants was excited to learn that I live in San Francisco and often ride BART. When she found out that I work in Berkeley, she talked about her two daughters; one goes to St. Mary's, and the other is interested it going to Cal. She was so excited about BART, and it made me adopted-homesick. And then she talked about knowing that to get from San Francisco to Moraga "you take the Yellow Line," and she was shocked when I told her that no one refers to them by the colors of the lines on the BART map.
But I have an admission to make: Even though I know the actual names of the lines, I do think of them in terms of their colors. I've always done this, but I've never told anyone. And there was always kind of a logic in my mind. Red and Yellow go to the northern part of the East Bay, while Blue and Green go to the southern part. Orange goes in between. OK, so maybe that doesn't make any sense, but in my mind it does.
So I like the Richmond-Fremont Line, especially when it's waiting there at either the 12th Street or MacArthur Stations to complete my journey to Berkeley or home to San Francisco. And it usually is waiting there. In fact, in the six years I've been taking BART off and on, I've only had to wait for a connecting train four or five times, and only once have I had to wait more than five minutes.
Why three stars? Well, I really wish they would run longer trains on this line. I catch it toward the middle of the line, so the four- or five-car trains are often jam-packed. The cars themselves seem dirtier or at least in poorer condition than their counterparts on the longer-distance lines. I may be imagining all of this, but then I also imagine that this is actually called the Orange Line, and that hasn't been a problem for me so far. read more