This awesome photo comes from Mr. F on Yelp To be quite honest, North Beach can be a pretty shitty place sometimes.  On the weekends you get a lot of people who just wanna spend tons of money, look flashy, pick fights and in general, be assholes.  That’s their thing,

You know how you live in a city for a long time, but never do the super touristy things in that city?  For example, I’ve never done the double-decker hop-on, hop-off bus tour, been across the water to Alcatraz, or had sex with a hooker-tranny in the ‘Loin. But today

It’s no secret that Broke-Ass staff enjoy eating while standing, and if recent food trends are to be believed everything just tastes better when you order it from a Roach Coach Gourmet Food Truck. Which probably explains why these Street Food/Food Cart/Taco Truck events have been popping up all over

As Stuart mentioned awhile back, we think Urban Flow’s donation-based yoga classes are great way to stretch your fitness budget tighter than a pair of Lululemon yoga pants. Apparently, we’re not the only ones who think so because the unpretentious studio has grown to add a few new teachers, and

Friends, I’m not gonna lie.  I’m not really into club-y, lounge-y type places.  I much prefer the dive bars that are so dark and filthy that none of the other patrons can see — literally — that I haven’t showered in days and wouldn’t give two shits if they could.

The folks over at the Yerba Buena Center for the Arts (YBCA) got at me because they wanted you to know about this kick ass sounding party they are throwing.  They are calling it DIYbca – get it? – and billing it as “THE free late-night art party of the summer”.

Here’s the deal. My friends Avery Monsen and Jory John wrote a genius little book called “All My Friends Are Dead.” I bought it years ago, back when it was a zine and these dudes were the funniest guys I knew. Now it’s a book (their second  published by Chronicle