The whole deal with Eat in Greenpoint is that they only serve locally sourced organic food from New England and the tri-state area, that is mostly as far as I understood to be either vegetarian or vegan. And if you think they’re fucking kidding, well, according to their website, they

It takes a long time to establish oneself as a “neighborhood” institution. From deli counters to comic stores to interestingly dressed hobos, earning the title requires patience and diligence along with just the right vibe. Despite it being relatively new to the scene, Daddy’s in the Billburg has been striving

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

Most of the year, I despise the MTA with an enthusiasm that I reserve for only the most putrid members of our society, like skeazy guys who catcall and expect you to be appreciative, and Rupert Murdoch. This hatred is for the usual, obvious reasons of fare hikes and the

For some reason, being smart and cultured is considered sexy. Whether you actually are these things doesn’t really matter as long as you pretend to be, or at least pretend to want to be. And that’s where museum free days come in. Pretty much all of the best museums in

Like any other self-satisfied, elitist New York asshole, I love watching movies about or that use New York City heavily, especially if they’re period pieces or actually filmed in a bygone decade. But what if you’re fairly new to this genre of sorts and you’ve already watched Annie Hall, Manhattan,

Fall is coming to a foreseeable end, and yet, it’s not quite the reign of cold front terror that is February. This is prime time to wear the cutest things that winter has to offer before shit really hits the fan cold-wise. And what better time to prance around in

If your introduction to magic included Criss Angel’s “Mindfreak”, or Gob in “Arrested Development”, then you could be forgiven for mistaking magicians with, say, ice dancing competitors. But magic hasn’t always been synonymous with guyliner. During the 1920s, when Harry Houdini submerged himself, shackled, inside a chamber he dubbed the

Whether you’ve been too busy to make plans, not feeling social enough, or too unenthusiastic to even think about cooking anything– you’re in luck. Many of the wonderful restaurants in Williamsburg, Brooklyn are offering Thanksgiving pix-fixe menus so you won’t have to worry about cooking, inviting people, or being invited