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4th Annual Inner Richmond Pubcrawl

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The Richmond gets a bad rap. Actually, it gets no rap, really. Despite the fact that the RD is home to tasties (Shanghai Dumpling King? Eh?), the biggest festivals (Hardly Strictly? Eh?), Robin Williams (kind of – he lives in Seacliff), extra strong coffee to combat all the fog, and one of the best bookstores in town (Green Apple, heyo!), young Friscans tend to overlook its charms, citing the Richmond’s distance from more routinely finger-snapping spots.

What will it take for the young ‘uns to realize? A pub crawl or something? Maybe. This Saturday marks the 4th Annual Inner Richmond Pubcrawl, a booze-studded fest hitting up the hood’s best watering holes. For better or worse (better, really), we know how to drink out here, and we do it pretty damn cheaply. Ten bars make up the night’s agenda, ranging from Happy Lounge, the initial meeting spot (8 p.m.) to Plough & Stars, a music-heavy spot sitting happily on Clement.

We covered the third shebang last year. The crawl was a successful study in debauchery, so much so that the organizers urge prospective ragers to bring a clean liver.

 

Inner Richmond Pub Crawl
Saturday, February 18
8 p.m.

Happy Lounge (starting bar)
2nd Ave. at Geary
[Inner Richmond]

Photo from Inner Richmond Pubcrawl

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Lucy Schiller - Destitute Dispatcher

Lucy Schiller - Destitute Dispatcher

Lucy's been able to live lots of places but holds her cornfed/pie-fueled Midwestern roots most dear, maintaining too loudly and too often that the Outer Richmond is the Midwest of SF: driven through to get elsewhere and knocked around for no reason (but what other neighborhood has bison?!). You can find Lucy letting things languish in her fridge, purposefully (limoncello!) or not (yogurt...), mouthbreathing, scouring Golden Gate Park for apartment-worthy items, sleepily serving up double nonfat half-caf-half-non-caf lattes at a certain cafe, skulking in various other ones, and yelling under cover of night and costume at SF Bike Party.