Spring is coming, and after spring comes summer, and that means you will be starting to hit up parks in NYC. A whole list of posts could be devoted to the ongoing entertainment programs you can expect from each concrete and dirt patch we call “parks” in this city, but

This originally appeared in Broke-Ass Stuart’s Guide to Living Cheaply in New York. Oh Kenka…Kenka…Kenka…Kenka. You are one of the weirdest fucking places I’ve ever eaten in my entire life and for that, I salute you. I’m literally sitting here in front of my computer trying to find the proper

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

There is nothing in the world quite like a neon sign. Sometimes big and other times small, they tend to represent the most obvious form of advertising in that they’re the best attention getters. I’m more likely to go to a place with a neon sign, since I adore them.

Despite it being one of the largest bars I’ve ever been to in NYC–seriously, you could do cartwheels after a couple rounds (OK not really)–I ALWAYS forget about The Ginger Man until after I’ve already chosen to go to another (crappy) bar. You’d think its 66 taps and 120 bottled beers would dance

A Few Things I Learned From My Short Trip to the Big Island of Hawaii: [disclaimer: as much as I joke about my broke-ass situation (which is still very much the broke-ass case), I’d like to acknowledge that I appreciate that I’m also pretty gosh dang lucky that I was

What better way to ring in the anticipation of Spring than by going to one of the the biggest beer gardens in the city? And guess what? They’re now having a 90s night every Tuesday so you can live out your La Bouche Pandora station out where the world can

If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. If it is broke, it’s probably cool to hang on the walls. Those truisms are two similar and equally important pieces to the dive bar mythos. From complex themes and stuffy, plush seating, even the “dive” bars of New York can be a

My roommate and I have talked about how sometimes, we have an unofficial comedy litmus test when we’re first starting to get to know guys we’re dating. It’s not necessarily as simple as, if you don’t find this funny, I won’t date you, but it’s just sort of a way