LITTLE FRENCH PIGGY SANDWICH REVIEWS: At least once a week I take a walk or ride my bike to a different San Francisco eatery for lunch.  I’ve been doing this on and off for about 15 years now. The only rules are that the place must be locally owned AND must feed a full-sized, french piggy for under $20.

In the before times (and by that I mean before my friend had kids and we could fuck-off for an entire day together), said friend and I would pick a day in December, pick a neighborhood, and spend it holiday shopping and drinking. It was glorious, AND productive! Have a drink. Buy a gift. Have a drink. Get another gift. You get it!

As 2024 winds down, we’re reflecting on another incredible year of sharing the stories, art, culture, and nightlife that make the Bay Area so unique. BrokeAssStuart.com wouldn’t be what it is without you—our community of readers, supporters, and believers in independent media. This year, instead of asking you to join Patreon

Now that the beloved Mission Street dive has settled into its new digs, they are welcoming everyone over to celebrate the lighting of their newly restored marquee.  As you may remember there was a bit of trouble getting the famous Doc’s Clock sign moved to their new location, but after a

It beckons you. Through neon lights and an illuminated martini glass, it calls your name. With cheap booze and rambling conversation, it pulls you in. Like a moth to a flame, or rather, a fly to a bar, The 500 Club sings a sweet siren’s song to all who pass her by. It says, “We are for each other,” and you admit she’s right, popping in for just one drink, which always turns into three.

We asked Clare, “WHY OH WHY?!” Because selfishly, we don’t want our favorite French Dips to disapear, we want to keep eating them with our booze at The 500 Club