Well, well, well.  Look what the cat dragged into my inbox.  Someone actually wants my advice!  Let’s take a gander: Dear Anna, I don’t know what to do, I’ve been hooking up with his guy off and on for over a year and I want to be boo-ed up for

Whiz Burgers is the type of joint that when you randomly see it one day while riding your bicycle, you say to yourself, “Holy shit!  How have I never seen this place before?”  At least that’s what happened to me.  This spot is something out of a Beach Boys song

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

As I was daydreaming the other day about my undying (and platonic) love for my favorite tall, geeky, sensitive TV Dad, I got to thinking about the awesome/rad Dads that have been a part of my television upbringing. Don’t get me wrong, my real life dad is the best, but

It seems like there’s a Haiti benefit every other day, and that’s ok, it’s a bandwagon I’ll readily jump-on. And while most of us can’t afford to dish out the big bucks for high profile events, we can, however, contribute a little and laugh our asses off in the process.

Once a week we present Broke-Ass Porn. It’s visually stimulating material for the financially impaired. If this shit doesn’t get you going, you’re not as broke as you thought:

So, turns out, that if you aren’t dumb like me and closed your Bank of America account recently, you can get into four San Francisco museums next weekend for FREE just by flashing your B of A plastic. The FREEness only covers general admission, so you’re still going to have

Recently, broke ass writer, Laura, wrote about workout alternatives for winter. In the city I would like to add my two cents about a fantastic way to get in shape while helping out a good cause’and it is all for FREE*! . You may have noticed that there is an

I’ve been waiting tables off and on for about 10 years, and I spent my first year in Brooklyn waiting tables at a diner in Park Slope. It was a fantastic cultural introduction to New York. When a lady ordered an egg cream, I had to go ask the other