Pete’s Candy Store has been a staple of the Williamsburg bar scene for as far back as I can remember. And that year is specifically, 2003. Any year before that is dead to me. For those who are unfamiliar, in typical Williamsburg fashion, Pete’s Candy Store was presumably, at one

The first thing that comes to mind when thinking about this bar is: “Whoa man, you’ve changed”.  So the bad news is, it’s not as cozy and secret-y as it once was in say, 2006.  But, really, the whole faux speakeasy thing has really been over for quite a while. 

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

Returning to the single-person scene after a years-long relationship is not unlike being an old gay man, strapping on his rollerskates at The Roxy for very first time and struggling to move forward and stay standing while hot-pants clad studs in tank tops with whistles around their necks fly by.

Ever find yourself sorta stuck in the West Village somehow?  Like, you work around there and don’t want to stray very far, or you have to stick around waiting around there before something else you’re going to?  Well, for some reason, I do…like, A LOT, and I really don’t enjoy

Look, you’re a big kid now and chances are if you’re reading this you probably work or have worked in the service industry in some capacity in the past, so I’m not going to tell you how much you should or shouldn’t tip at restaurants/bars/coffee shops/hot dog stands/car washes. (Ashley

What’s awesome about New York is that if you’re cold, hungry, thirsty or tired there are never a shortage of places to go into to remedy these issues. Bodegas, delis, bookstores, coffee places, bars.  But what about the bathroom?   We all know that walking into a Starbucks bathroom in

The DJs at Legion are a bit unpredictable. One night, you’ll find yourself raging it to top 40 music from the 90s, and singing outloud to Third Eye Blind in public. The next, you’ll contemplate breaking your pint glass after you finish your beer because you can’t think of a

Okaaaay.  So, technically this happens every Friday (!), but it seems like a lovely stocking stuffer to share with our dear readers who are already on the late shift of their Noel pub crawls or for those who are desperately fleeing their respective gatherings and need a drip set up