Last week a friend invited me to go to the West Coast Taco & Beer Festival. I had a ton of stuff going on, so I declined, and it appears I’m lucky I did. The event, which happened on Saturday August 3rd, appears to have been an utter shitshow, and

I’m so over the rain. I know I’m not the only one. I am trying to hard to soak in as much sun as I possibly can before Bob The Atmospheric River comes to rain on my parade (again). My seasonal depression has fully kicked in so I am in

I’ve got some awesome news! We received a grant from the Civic Joy Fund to put out a literary magazine celebrating SF and acting to counter the stupid “Doom Loop” narrative. It’s a gift to the people of San Francisco. And after months of working on this project it’s now available

Readers of a website called Broke-Ass Stuart may not do much shopping at the luxury department store Bloomingdale’s in the San Francisco Westfield Centre. But we might pop in a little more frequently soon, as BrokeAssStuart.com has learned that this Bloomingdale’s location is applying for a Type 21 California Liquor

There’s been yet another sad closing in the Bay Area’s nightlife and beer scene. After 11 years making tasty beers in the Dogpatch, Triple Voodoo Brewing has shut down. As announced on their Facebook page, the final weekend at their tap room was the 23rd-25th and now they’ve officially stopped

Hopsy is giving away 100 free beer machines to BAS readers! The SUB Home Tap by Hopsy allows you to enjoy a rotation of craft beer on tap at home. It’s hands down the best beer experience you can find out there. It’s a plug-and-pour countertop machine that pours a delicious craft beer every single time.

And some other stuff. Also, some of the items won’t physically be inside the basket. And there may or may not be an actual basket. It’s more of a collection of items that we got together and thought you might like to consume (or re-gift) for Christmas. We’re hoping we’ll put

When you’re young, broke and beautiful and living in (or adjacent to) Manhattan there are a lot of great dive bars just a subway stop away. From a tatted up staff to a punk rock mosh pit by the kitchen these are the bars that wear their history on their

I miss being a barista. There are times when I’m standing in line at my local coffee shop and I feel that dull pang of jealousy while I watch the busy bees behind the espresso bar slam pitchers and gallons of milk around with purpose and gusto, trading jokes and stiletto-sharp snark that only they can hear over the whoosh and screech of the steam wands