Twelve dollars could buy you…

One cosmopolitan.
or
Three tacos from the Endless Summer Taco Truck in Williamsburg.
or
A bottle of wine.
or………

When you go to college in the town that made Dave Matthews popular you start to associate the term “local music” with shitty cover bands and impressively mediocre acts that might not ever release anything more substantial than xeroxed fliers to their show at a friend’s house. San Francisco, on

This originally appeared in my book Young, Broke & Beautiful: Broke-Ass Stuart’s Guide to Living Cheaply. Remember when your dad got married for the third time and left you to watch his place while he went to the Bahamas for his honeymoon?  Despite it being kinda weird that you had

Sure, I spend a lot of time writing about food, my feelings and the dog from my favorite commercial ever, but buried deep in the recesses of my brain, there’s a bestseller brewing.  I can feel it.  A real page-turner about a sassy, twenty-something broke-ass who works in cafes all

Before I let you in on the deets, let’s get something straight. I know you covet Monday nights. It’s no secret – mostly because you don’t hide it well (sort of like those 7th-grade bangs you butchered yourself but tried to blame on your Dad’s rogue Flowbee; yeah, we all

We here at Broke-Ass Stuart remember a kinder, gentler, funkier time when there was an entire network devoted to playing awesome new music videos. Men named Pinfield and women named Idalis would introduce block after block of original music videos from various genres interspersed with interviews with musicians and video

I got this tip from a reader named Ricky Castaneda.  If you go out an try it let us know how it works: Tip: If you show up at the coffee bar at the Whole Foods on harrison and 27th in Oakland when they close around 8 p.m., they give