Someone built these crazy concrete slides in the most random place in the Castro. Basically you grab a piece of cardboard at the bottom of the slides, then go up to the top, and slide down. Not exactly rocket science, at least I don’t think so (I really don’t know

This originally appeared in my book Broke-Ass Stuart’s Guide to Living Cheaply in NYC. While not the absolute cheapest place in the world I was so intrigued by the fact that it’s Glatt Kosher Jewish-Uzbek food, that I couldn’t say no. Only in New York (well maybe Uzbekistan too). I

Step into a world of adventure with the San Francisco Beer Passport. There’s no better way to explore San Francisco than to literally drink it in. This passport is amazing! Each one contains 27 coupons to buy one beer, get a second beer FREE at 27 of the finest locally

I’m not the biggest fan of made up neighborhoods.  Historically speaking, whenever a “neighborhood” is pieced off from an existing one and then given a new name, it has always been done by real estate people and developers.  They pimp a part of a neighborhood in order to line their

The cable companies always sucker you in by giving you some amazing introductory rate, and then hiking it up six months to a year after you join.  It’s one of those things that you forget about until one day you look at your bill and say, “What the fuck?  Why

Nothing says “I’m broke as shit, but I still wanna party” like a 40 oz bottle of malt liquor.  Whether your particular potion is Mickey’s, St. Ides, Old English, Colt .45, or Steel Reserve, having a 40 in your hand shows the world that being “classy” just isn’t your thing. I

Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit…probably not.

I’ve been sitting on this tip for awhile now.  The PR folks for Gallo Salame sent it to me like a month ago, but I wanted to wait publish it until it neared.  This is simply because I know you fuckers would probably forget about it and I don’t want you

I’m still  in recovery mode after yesterday’s Bay to Breakers madness.  Most of the day is blurry but I do recall trying to break-up a fight and getting knocked on my ass.  At least I think that’s what happened.  For all I know I could’ve just fallen down.  Regardless, I’m