Broke-Ass Stuart - Editor In Cheap
The Church Key
I have the unfortunate distinction of having known Jason King for many, many years. I knew him when he was a long haired metal head who wore nothing but Pantera and Cannibal Corpse t-shirts. I was around for his brief and, dare I say, mediocre foray into motorcycle maintenance. Hell,
A Wedding at the Food Carts on Linda St.?
I just saw this on the Creme Brulee guy’s twitter page: “The linda st carts are proud to present LOVE. A wedding at the street carts on Friday. Let’s all try and look our best for the young couple.” Really?!? Getting married on a Mission side street,
The San Francisco Beer Passport is Here!
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
Bender’s
Since today’s feature is a haiku that Monica penned about the delicious yo-yo’s we always get at Bender’s, I figured I’d dig up my old zine and transcribe what I wrote about the bar before it got fire bombed. Here it is: Bender’s: 800 South Van Ness @ 19th St. Relatively
Happy Hour and Fundraiser to Support Senior Lunch!
It stands to reason that, considering the trajectory of my life, there’s a very good chance that I’m gonna be an old, broke, Jew in the future. In fact, maybe I’ll make stickers that say, “You are old, broke and senile.” Because of this, it’s in my best interest to help
Broke-Ass of the Week – Jeff Hunt from Muni Diaries
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.
$1 Oysters at the Woodhouse Fish Company on Tuesdays
Oh man do I love oysters! Seriously, I think back to ancient times and realize that figuring out what humans could and could not eat, was probably a dismal feat of trial and error. Like, what sad bastard, or series of sad bastards, said to themselves, “Alright, I’m gonna go around and pry open
I am at Bay to Breakers
If you’re in San Francisco, you shouldn’t be reading this. You should be out participating in Bay to Breakers!!!
Holy shit! I’m on TV!
You should watch this. No really, what are you doing for the next two and a half minutes? Nothing, right? That’s what I thought…