PHOTOS AND WORDS BY ANDY SAMWICK It’s no secret one of the most charming dining destinations is where lots of San Francisco magic has been made as of late. The food magicians behind Secret Garden have been popping up at Stable Cafe since April. Stable has been the launchpad for

In its 52nd year, the Caffe Trieste free Saturday Afternoon Concert Series might be telling the truth when they claim to be “The Longest Running Musical Show in San Francisco”.

I need your help to keep BrokeAssStuart.com going. In 2024, we wrote over 800 articles and published over 4,000 social media posts serving the San Francisco Bay Area. We’ve covered striking workers, fine artists, corrupt politicians, fantastic drag performers, colorful weirdos, cherished small businesses, and the vital news that the

By Carolyn McCoy Pink is the new black: I base this non-scientific proclamation on the popularity of that rosy color that now seems to be popping up like roses all through our society thanks to popularity of the Barbie movie. Lines outside of theaters for this feminist blockbuster have showcased

BY LAUREN PARKER Photos by Jolene Engo and Julie Lanyi Sentient Engine’s beginnings are two intertwining love stories, and one of them was with an air cannon. Sentient Engine, a DIY maker space in a West Oakland warehouse that opened in fall 2020, has one mission according to co-proprietor Zane

PHOTOS AND WORDS BY ANDY SAMWICK Soft openings for restaurants, bars, and clubs have always been exciting, the moment before a business’ grand entrance. They’re usually full of friends and family members of a new venture coming together to celebrate and look at the accomplishment in finally opening up the

PHOTOS AND WORDS BY ANDY SAMWICK Thanks to inflation, going on a date these days requires choosing a spot with a lovely ambiance and is consistently delicious but also doesn’t break the bank. Seems like the tallest of orders. But there are those spots in San Francisco, and I was

By David Coppin-Lanegen Throngs of people pounded their feet against the stone pavement, their long scarves and long hair dyed wailing, schizophrenic colors. As they danced, Robin Pecknold of Fleet Foxes crooned, his voice blue and blending with the pink-orange sky and colorful people of The Greek, in Berkeley. Formally

The first time I got keys to my new apartment, the one I had to find after being pushed out of my previous home of nine years, I took one look at the wooden floors and thought great, now I’m going to have to get into vinyl. 

So, I bought a record player.