We may have missed last night’s FREE Night of the Living Read event that kicked off this year’s Litquake Literary Festival in San Francisco, but that doesn’t mean we don’t have plenty more opportunities to mingle with writers, novelists, poets and various other wordsmiths during the rest of the week.

We New Yorkers love us some karaoke. Heck, after a few beers most people across the globe love them some karaoke. There’s something in the combination of alcohol + having sung “I Am Sixteen Going on Seventeen” solo in the 6th grade that creates an illusion of greatness with a

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

Zoo animals in NYC must’ve been busy gettin’ it on this year, because there are new baby animals in two of the city’s three zoos. If you’re sick of staring at other people’s puppies in dog parks, head out to the Bronx or Prospect Park to see little baboons, tigers

Being the live music headquarters of the country, New York certainly has no shortage of music venues. From Madison Square Garden to the House of Yes, there’s a venue for every taste. Being an avid show go-er, I’ve pretty much seen them all. But there’s one little venue that tends

You know that huge herd of bicyclists take over streets every month, ringing their little high-pitched bells at you to get out of the crosswalk when it’s not your turn to walk and looking like a PG version of the Hells Angels? I have always thought they were SO annoying…

Being cash-strapped by nature, most of Broke-Asses know a thing or two about working in the service industry. We’ve previously doled out advice on how to behave at a restaurant, and generally how to not be an asshole to those who are serving you. My personal experience with being a

Some places lure you in with high design, a dining gimmick, or enough sangria to make your mouth go numb, and all of those are excellent reasons to be enticed to sit down and throw around some pocket change. However, some places suck you in and keep you coming back

My second apartment in the city was on 18th Avenue at Geary in an area I like to call “Central Richmond” (Google Maps tells me this is a real term in existence, but I’ve never heard anybody actually speak this in conversation). Anyway, there were a ton of cheap and