Ordering food from the supposedly ‘necessary-evil’ delivery apps like Uber Eats, GrubHub, and DoorDash often leaves you with a bill that makes you feel like you could have bought a yacht for that much money. But you’re not the only person getting screwed over by the delivery apps — the

Video killed the radio star. Fax machine killed the bike messenger. Then Internet killed the fax machine and smartphones brought the messengers back. We still work on bikes, and we still do delivery, but it’s more general these days. Less paper, more sandwich. The need for delivery didn’t go away,

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

That we’re a collection of recklessly tattooed, semi-sociopathic violators of traffic regulation and the social contract. Whole Foods checkout clerks on bikes…

if there’s one sunday a year when you can be guaranteed customers in the home and fewer drivers on the road, it’s Super Bowl.

What’s more lucrative? Delivering crates of wine or Ipads? And how to get that elusive tip on the streets and hills of San Francisco

Courier: Notes from a Modern Day Bike Messenger Usually, when I tell people I’m a courier, they are too polite to correct me. ‘A career what?’ they ask. I restate that I am a cuhr-EE-yuhr, and they nod, then ask after my weekend plans. To the average San Franciscan, ‘courier’