It’s been awhile since the starts have aligned for me to make it over to Madrone on Divis for one of their first-Wednesdays Comedy Happy Hours, but the jokes I do remember between the $2 PBRs and dollar-off drafts from the last one were a HILARIOUS mix of insightful stand-up

Last Sunday, I was doing a typical Brooklyn-y thing to do by enjoying the neighborhood’s Open Studios weekend, which came to a halt shortly after walking around a man’s apartment while he created a “live soundtrack” by making odd sounds into a microphone. I was instantly struck by thoughts of

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

We just can’t get enough of a certain social network, can we? Not to encourage seeing that movie. It looks like an overwrought snoozefest. Anywhoozle, here are my nominations to the worst facebook status updates ever that are related in some way to New York City and its metropolitan area:

Mission’s Kitchen is outwardly deceiving because, from the 1940’s blinds in the window to the sign trimmed in incandescent bulbs, the place look’s  like your typical diner that time forgot, not unlike say, Jim’s up the street. The thing is that whereas it does provide all the standards-for-a-song you would

In this divided world some topics will never reach grand consensus. The proper global economic model, the definition of art, what combination of disorders and fever dreams account for Lyndon LaRouche– all oft-debated and never concluded. The biggest one of all, though, may be what constitutes the proper sandwich making

I have a confession to make. Sometimes, I can, uh, go a little temporarily mad, to paraphrase Norman Bates. Not in a murdery kind of way or anything, but more in an obsessive/stalkery kind of way when it comes to stacking myself up against exes of current or ex-boyfriends. This

I’ll start out with a hypothetical:  It’s a Tuesday afternoon, you’ve been working like a dog all day (or, like me, woke up at 3pm because you work from home and set your own hours) and you’re STARVING.  So starving you stoop to using a cliche over Gchat and tell

* and the rest of you too. Although on second thought, that sounds like a STD testing ad. Uh. Well, I got your attention, didn’t I? On to the boring part, Tuesday, Oct. 5th is the first Tuesday of the month which means FREE museum day to more museums than