I’m guessing that you don’t have your Christmas shopping done. Even if you have it mostly under control, you probably still have the impossible to shop for people, like your weird cousin or grandpa, and you’re completely at a loss for what to get them. And you probably also have

As a general rule, I avoid Rockefeller Center, especially on the weekends. It’s not as much of a cluster fuck as Times Square, but it’s pretty close. I never regretted this until this past weekend, when I discovered there is a Lego Store right by the ice skating rink. There

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

Baked goods are the best part of any holiday, especially cookies from the winter holidays. While all Christmas and Chanukkah cookies are delicious, it’s important to have variety. Making your grandma’s signature snickerdoodles is pretty awesome, until you’ve been eating them for every meal for three days. Instead of eating

I end up writing about a bunch of events at the Bell House, because they always have great stuff like taxidermy contests and oil spill benefit concerts. But in all of these posts, I’ve failed to talk about how much ass The Bell House kicks. It’s tucked away in a

No matter how hard you try, raging it to bad pop in the comfort of your own home isn’t the same as being at a crazy dance party. (Unless your living room magically turns into a crazy dance party). The organizers of Panic know this, and tomorrow night they’re bringing

Taxidermy is one of those things that people love or hate. I freaking love it, even though I’m a vegetarian. There’s just something so fascinating about seeing a natural thing in an unnaturally still state. Also, it’s the best way to get up and close to a tiger without getting

As I said a while ago, bars named after their owners are more often than not the best dive bars. After much deliberation and cheap beers, I’ve decided that Sharlene’s Bar is the best self-named dive bar in all of Brooklyn. First off, the drinks are pretty cheap. The beers

Middle school and early high school were the days before Adult Swim, high speed internet and Ren & Stimpy on DVD (well, DVDs in general), there were very few outlets to find new inappropriate cartoons. Sure, there was Duckman and Beavis and Butthead on the air, but they were hard