Here's a clip of Gavin on some time-filler radio show a couple days ago, talking about playing baseball and giving us an incredibly humorous taste of what he looks like when he's had a few too many. Oh what a kidder, that Gav! You can watch the whole thing on the COW Bay Area site, if you're able to tolerate radio banter, fratty chuckling, and browser-breaking WMV. Earlier in the video, Gavin is at a loss to explain why some people might've wanted to boo at him, and seems to have concluded that it was one of those boos.
Were You Saying "Boooo" or "Gavin Boooo-som"?
I Could Do With A Spot of Jolliness
San Francisco's a lovely city, but it would be even nicer if someone did something about this damn Santa issue. Seriously, it's getting to be a real problem. We have no problem with legions of jolly old elves who want to swing in the privacy of their own homes, but when they insist on peddling their finger-aside-of-their-nose smut out in public -- where the children can see! -- tolerating them is just political correctness gone too far.
I Could Do With A Spot Of Brains
San Francisco's a lovely city, but it would be even nicer if someone did something about this damn zombie issue. Seriously, it's getting to be a real problem. We have no problem with legions of undead who want to swing in the privacy of their own homes, but when they insist on peddling their brain-eating smut out in public -- where the children can see! -- tolerating them is just political correctness gone too far.
Staggering Through Fog
Walking the fine line between Jimmy Carter sober and Billy Carter drunk, Barrespondent Drew keeps on keepin’ on, puts the hammer down and gets this convoy truckin’. After that, he asks himself why he felt the need to watch of Smokey and The Bandit when it was on AMC the other day.
'Fisties: Best Coffee
Boy--we sure love completely subjective awards, and we're super thankful for a chance to give out a few of our own.
Staggering Through Fog
Full of more holiday cheer than Santa Claus after a weekend bender in Vegas, Barrespondent Drew returns with more reasons to put down that A-Team DVD your friends gave you for Christmas as a joke and head out to the local.
Staggering Through Fog
Relaxed from spending a week off in order to spike the Thanksgiving gravy with enough bourbon to kill Dennis Hopper, Barrespondent Drew dives right back into the San Francisco bar scene just in time for the peak drinking season.
Staggering Through Fog
Eager to remind all the kids out there that drunk driving is a whole lot more fun when the car is imaginary, Barrespondent Drew spends another night honking and shaking his fist at bike messengers while the other BART passengers give him funny looks.
Staggering Through Fog
Blurring the line between… uh… that thing and another thing… well, ok, blurring everything lines and all, Barrespondent Drew sets out to prove once again that going out drinking can be fun (who knew?).
Staggering Through Fog
Finding out the hard way that most San Francisco bars frown upon paying for your drinks in pennies, Barrespondent Drew continues his quest to find the best taverns, saloons and speakeasys in the city.
Staggering Through Fog
Offsetting the high cost of Bay Area drinking by just skipping dinner all together (sometimes the simplest solutions are the best!), Barrespondent Drew meets another liquor dispensing establishment head on.
Staggering Through Fog
A big believer in the notion that what you drink determines who you are much more than nature or nurture, Barrespondent Drew nurtures a few more pints while discussing the nature of something or other. Take that Darwin!
Staggering Through Fog
Following his doctor’s strict advice, Barrespondent Drew continues to get all lit up a few times a week and sober up long enough to scribble out a review of the only place he remembers going. At least we think it was a doctor. He had a white coat on…
Staggering Through Fog
Even though this column’s supposed to be about the bars of San Francisco, given the unbelievably tragic events of the last couple of weeks, we simply must pay due respect to the drinkin’-est city this side of Bavaria. Of course we're talkin' bout New Orleans. Things may look bad now, but we know that you’ll rise again and take back your rightful place at the throne of Fat Tuesday’s mayhem.
Staggering Through Fog
Blurring the line between casual and problematic drinking, Barrespondent Drew does the ‘hard work’ of walking into unfamiliar bars of the bay area. That way if he gets nearly beaten to death for not being a local, you’ll at least have a negative review to serve as a heads up. My, what noble work!
Staggering Through Fog
Clutching his photo of his one and only true hero, Henry Chinaski, Barrespondent Drew makes it through another week of imbibing to let you know which booze-holes are worth a Muni ride.
Staggering Through Fog
Now that those of us who pay the Phillip Morris tax everyday can't even spark a stogie in a San Francisco park, the once great smoker's refuge of 'the outdoors' is starting to slip away. So where can the endangered beasts who once roamed freely around The City find refuge? Well, there are some truly fine specimens of the breed at Amber.

Since there’s so many places that went to all the trouble of getting a liquor license, Barrespondent 