My grandpa was infamous in the Berkeley, Albany, El Cerrito area. To many, he was an old, drunk cuss of a man who had peeled his share of potatoes on Navy aircraft carriers. To me, he was Bampa and he was awesome. But awesome or not, he did manage to
Jay’n Bee Club had all the elements of a great Dive Bar, it was old, it had history, it had good drink prices and an extremely local clientele. And it even had bonus features like a patio, a more recently, a very decent pizza oven. The Dive is already closed
I am extremely excited to announce the release of The Delicious Card! Delicious cardholders get awesome deals at over 30 of your favorite SF eateries! Membership is a great way to explore new places, support local businesses, and support local journalism.
Paul Bavaro thinks San Francisco’s dive bar scene may not be long for this world. When he opened Whiskey Thieves at 839 Geary St. 15 years ago, it was the “first true whiskey bar” that at one point served up 275 varieties and although good whiskey does not come cheap,
Now that the beloved Mission Street dive has settled into its new digs, they are welcoming everyone over to celebrate the lighting of their newly restored marquee. As you may remember there was a bit of trouble getting the famous Doc’s Clock sign moved to their new location, but after a
By Craigory Sparks That day came Wednesday. The day I always knew would come. The day when I would arrive at that giant glass door to the office high rise in the Financial District of San Francisco. That office high rise full of J. Crew bros and SoulCycle girls mucking
This originally appeared in my Weeknighter column for 7×7. Anthony used to call Kilowatt “Kil-a-game” because we never met any girls there. We were both single and in our mid-20s and thought bars would be the answer to the question of “Where can we meet women?” Apparently the answer we found was
Hi GUYS! It’s been a second. Sorry about the delayed finale to this series, but I’ve been travelling/hungover most days in the past month and I just really didn’t feel like doling out recommendations to you because there’s a part of me that thinks maybe I should clean up my act and calm down and put a halt to this raucous, unstable, indulgent, satanic party of a lifestyle.
Yeah. With your dumb orange car. Hey cats and kittens, it’s that time again! Happy belated Memorial Day. Hope you’re still making out with a soldier you met last night, and eating leftover BBQ, cooked in the name of our brave civil war heroes. It’s that blissful time of year when day-drunk is