Think about it... It's 3am, everybody is wasted, no pizza joints are open. All hope seems lost for the hungry. But then.. out of seemingly nowhere a delicious smell cuts through the cigarette stained and stale beer laden air like a hot knife into sweet cream butter. You rise to your feet, and in an alcohol induced stupour make your way to the kitchen. And there before you, like a shining beacon of light on a misty morning, sits the object of your drunken salvation: Baked goods. So good. So freakin good. Such is the task of The Drunken Baker. Hero? Saint? Magician? To some, yes. To others, a heathen diety. But in reality... Just a drunk guy who knows how to cook.