The catch-22 of living in San Francisco is that there are these amazing local artists and designers around the city, but because they are also real people who are trying to pay rent on time AND have enough money left over to eat something other than Chex Mix for dinner,

Baseball is America’s pastime, duh. But not all of us actually care about what’s going on down there on the grass. Some of us just go for beer and peanuts and sunshine. I am certainly one of those people, but now that I don’t work in a fancy office where

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

Five people were in the bar when Paul and I walked in around midnight. One of them was a bartender in her late 50s/early 60s who was missing a few teeth, while the other four were shitfaced, chubby, middle aged and dancing to disco music emanating from the jukebox. Neither

Oh the otter.  What mass appeal you possess, whether you be ‘œblue raspberry’ flavoured, an oblivious critter prying open an abalone while floating in front of cooing tourists, or a skinny hairy dude.  Of the latter, San Francisco is practically overflowing, but if you simply can’t have enough, then the

Have you ever walked up to the door of the building in which you work and someone says: ‘œCan I help you?’ But not ‘œCan I help you?’ in a nice, helpful kind of way, but ‘œCan I help you?’ in a way like you are somewhere where you are

If you’re not familiar with it, Taylor’s Automatic Refresher in the Ferry Building is kind of like a gourmet In-N-Out Burger (wait, In-N-Out isn’t gourmet?) It’s delicious, I’m sure, but due to that fancy location the menu tends to be out of the Broke-Ass price range. Well, this Thursday the

After brunch one day last spring, I took a sunny stroll along Amsterdam Ave. on the Upper West Side. A brightly colored shop immediately caught my eye; the window was filled with hand-painted pottery and a sandwich-board-sign promise that I, too, could create a work of art. I stepped in,

Golden Gate Park is 1,017 acres of a good time; in fact it is 174 acres more of a good time than Central Park in New York. And guess what, most of it is free. Feel like smoking a bowl and playing Frisbee? Head to the park. Wanna go for