Welcome to our cooking column Eating My Feelings, where Calvin Amari shows all you broke bastards how to cook great food on the cheap and do it with hilarity. This motherfucker can cook, trust me. He’s a culinary genius. By Calvin Amari How did I end up here? How did I end up as

The Argentinian food scene, which I had found fairly monotonous heretofore, is improved markedly the closer your proximity to Bolivia and Peru.  The most remarkable city of that region is Salta, a frenetic, dirty pearl dropped into the psychedelic northwestern desert.  The eyes are more native brown than European hazel

This post is sponsored by the fine folks at Gruv. Wanna sponsor a post or advertise on the site? Email me at info@BrokeAssStuart.com. We all know why you’re on this site. You like awesome things that are free and/or cheap. You come here to learn about the best of what The

Parada 22 is a brick and mortar in the Upper Haight that neighbors its cousin, Cha Cha Cha.  And cousins they are, literally, for Cha Cha Cha (and Boogaloos) is owned by restaurateur Philip Belber who is a cousin of Parada 22 owner, Gloria Pinette.  For the last six months,

Not entirely 18 reasons, but we can thank 18 reasons for next month’s Food & Farm Film Festival. It’s the time of year where our eyes are delighted to gaze upon the pops of color finally revealing themselves at the farmer’s markets and along outdoor trails. It’s spring. Which is a

          Flor de Canela             The proprietor   Mendoza Province, abutting the Andes in west central Argentina,  is a big smudge of green amidst a large expanse of merciless aridity.  Its verdancy is owed to the enslavement of Andean snow:  upon

I hate yams because they straddle the line between savory and sweet with such limp optimism. Your mouth hopes the yam will take it in some definitive direction but no. It never chooses.

Jesus fucking Christ! I can’t tell if that’s the most or the least clever article title I’ve ever come up with. Ok, actually the most clever article title I ever came up with was called Queer and Boning in Las Vegas (I’m credited at the end of the article) and was about