Tomorrow is Earth Day. If you wanna get one with nature, there are trees you can hug in Central Park, Prospect Park, smaller neighborhood parks, or just on the street. Though it’s a little difficult to wrap your arms around the saplings that line most NYC blocks. If you’d rather

I used to think spring cleaning was a big lie created to give sitcoms and cartoons a plot line for an episode, but this week I kind of understand the concept. It’s above freezing in New York. Now I can do stuff in my apartment without hiding in my blankets.

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

Happy tax day tomorrow? You’re probably one of three things right now: pissed about waiting until who knows when for your New York State return, pissed that you ended up having to pay money or frantically getting your W2s together today. Well, we here at Broke Ass Stuart would like

When I was little, I was slightly horrified and confused when my grandma poured 7Up into our pancake batter. She just told me that it made the pancakes fluffier. And like most grandmas on food-related matters, she was right. (And she made them shaped like bunnies, so they were doubly

When you take the subway in New York, you occasionally wind up having conversations with your fellow passengers about cougar attacks, their recent court appearances related to their unleashed dog, and directions for navigating the world after resurfacing. But when you’re navigating through the Burroughs on bike or foot, you

For the most part, I think all people have the ability to be crafty. I mean, we all survive elementary school and figured out how to glue pasta onto things. But there is the rare individual who will wind up gluing their fingers together with a glue gun, licking the

Sunny’s is in the same part of Redhook with the Ikea and Fairway. But unlike them, Sunny’s has no glowing neon sign or monsterous parking lot. (and Sunny’s doesn’t give me a panic attack). It’s a building with a sign that simply says “bar” that would be easy to miss,

I am perfectly aware that Pat Sajak can out charisma Alex Trebek by simply batting his eyes or trimming a hang nail, but I will always prefer Jeopardy to Wheel of Fortune. I have many reasons: Jeopardy attracts fewer over-zealous clappers and never feels like a prolonged IHOP, Centrum Silver