For decades, customers have been spoon-fed the notion that no matter how ridiculous their request is or how absurd their complaint might be, the customer is always right. They’ve seen the slogan on signs in restaurants and at businesses and there is probably someone, somewhere who has the immortal catchphrase

If you’ve ever been dining out in a restaurant and said something funny that made your server fall into a hysterical laughing fit, you might think you’re ready to book a national tour of standup comedy and that Netflix will soon be sending you a contract for your first special…but

As 2024 winds down, we’re reflecting on another incredible year of sharing the stories, art, culture, and nightlife that make the Bay Area so unique. BrokeAssStuart.com wouldn’t be what it is without you—our community of readers, supporters, and believers in independent media. This year, instead of asking you to join Patreon

If you’re unhappy with your food or service while dining in a restaurant, there is a right way and a wrong way to express your dissatisfaction. Doing it the wrong way opens you up to the possibility of being labeled a Karen or a Kyle and the world is already

Every single person who has waited tables has, at some point, had someone tell them their job isn’t “real.” When a server hears those words, their blood begins to boil, quickly becoming hotter than the inside of a fried cheese stick that just came out of the deep fryer. There

Once someone has waited tables for a number of years, an acute sense of awareness comes with the territory. It’s almost like they develop a sixth sense. It alerts them when food is ready in the kitchen before the line cook rings the annoying little bell and tells them when

The mask debate rages on across the country. There are two kinds of people: the ones who think wearing a mask is a simple act that paints you as empathetic to the needs and safety of others while drastically helping with the spread of COVID-19, and  the idiots who think

Congratulations! After spending weeks and weeks in a quarantine lockdown, some restaurants are reopening so you can finally go out and have someone cook your meal, serve it to you, and then clean up when you’re done. You might have to dine outside or maybe the restaurant won’t be at

On the last shift I worked in my restaurant, business had already slowed to a trickle with fewer and fewer customers feeling comfortable going out in public, but it was before anything had truly been shutdown. That night, my husband and three of our friends came in to have a