Guest post by Max Silver Millennials and younger generations are constantly being told that they need to be more responsible with their finances. Some Australian millionaire-douchebag by the name of Tim Gurner had the audacity to tell us that if we ever wanted to afford a house, we must stop ordering

This post is supported by the SF Symphony. Wanna support a post on the site? Holler at Alex@BrokeAssStuart.com Usually when you see a line stretching around the block in San Francisco it means one thing: brunch. Whether it’s at Mama’s, Mission Beach Cafe, Zazie, Brenda’s, Dottie’s, or one of the

People in San Francisco will wait in line for just about anything. It’s almost like they enjoy doing it. At some events they even wait in one line, just so they can buy tickets to wait in other lines to buy food. Its madness really. So we at the Kinda Late

Nothing says, “I live in one of the hippest cities in the country,” like overpriced eggs, undercooked burgers and bottomless mimosas at 11am on a Sunday.

                Chilango in The Castro   Sprouting up from the verdant landscape of the S.F culinary scene in recent years have been establishments whose mission statements can be summarized by two words: “Mexican” and “authentic”.   To the discerning (read “snobbish”) culinite, burritos

Cooking’s biggest enemies are motivation and patience. The idea of making something from scratch is always nice, but the execution? Before you’ve finished your mental list of the ingredients you need to grab from the store, you’ve probably found yourself sitting at a restaurant instead. Now, imagine being the kind

Huevos Rancheros. In restaurants, it’s the brunch dish I have yet to pronounce with obvious hesitation. At home, it’s a way for me to eat nachos for breakfast without feeling like some kind of man child. But in both instances, it’s always one of the best decisions I’ve made all