The Friday Nights at the de Young series, in which the museum stays open until 8:45pm and features tons of FREE activities, including films, music and DIY crafts, has always been a popular, classy way to kick off the weekend.  But at tonight’s edition, “Folk You!” sponsored by the SF

Mike Giant is kind of an unlikely local art hero. He’s gotten a lot of love around San Francisco because 99% of his artwork involves hot chicks and bikes and tecate. (Fact: San Franciscans will only admit to liking two out of three of those at any given time.) Which

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

Google Earth and the wonderful “Street View” option has sucked up many an hour of company time, at least in my life.  Thus, it is with attendant joy that I bring you the link to one of the most awesome websites I’ve seen in recent memory, Atlas Obscura.  Described in

I had completely forgotten about the Alite Launch Party until I saw Monica post this on facebook: dj’s + urban forest + free booze + dog lounge + live screenprinting + sex charades = why would start your friday night anywhere else? come check out SF’s urban camping company and

Dear St. Patrick, Please let me go somewhere fun on YOUR DAY. Please let me eat some of that awesome corned beef and cabbage that I love! Please let me find my green face makeup and shamrock necklace in my apartment somewhere. Please let my friends agree to go to

In case you haven’t noticed the pattern, pretty much any time there’s a major drinking holiday in the Bay Area our very responsible friends at Berg Injury Lawyers like to pay for your cab ride home. Even though I have no idea how this is at all profitable for them,

In case you couldn’t tell by the groups of people wearing Leprechaun hats and shiny green plastic beads with giant shamrocks, it’s St. Patrick’s Day. It’s one of the few minor holidays where you can close your eyes, spin in a circle while pointing, go into whichever bar you land

How do I know spring has sprung? The son-of-a-bitch birds explode with an endless array of cheery chirps outside my window every God-forsaken morning. It’s like clockwork. An hour before my alarm goes off! And there’s one ballsy little fucker – a male cardinal, or as I like to call