The truth is that I’m really super lazy. To a horrifying extent, actually, as I have realized more and more in recent weeks. If you can believe it, in the wintertime I am even lazier. I do love the idea of coming home in the evening, putting on some music,

It’s too cold to wander around, and we’re too poor to pay for our drinks.  So here’s the plan for tonight folks.  (It’s Friday Feb. 19th.) 6:00 Start at Brooklyn Kitchen Labs/Meat Hook in Greenpoint for FREE Sixpoint Beer and Kombucha on tap. Kombucha Brooklyn is celebrating with a chill

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

Have you ever really sat down and thought of how many times you find yourself in a ‘˜liminal space’?  Probably not.  A term I often heard bandied about in grad school, liminal space is one that (theoretically, physically, politically or otherwise) is neither here nor there.  It lies on the

The first time I ever went to Brooklyn, it was my senior year in college and I was in Fort Greene, I think, to see Grand Buffet. After watching two goofy white dudes play a hip hop show, my friend and I went across the street to a poorly lit

Now, I have a story to tell you.  It starts out sad, but the ending is happy, so I’d recommend that you read it until the end.  Is it true?  You’ll have to figure that one out for yourself.  Here we go. Once upon a time a boy by the

The Antlers had a huge year in 2009.  Their album Hospice was included in the year end “best” lists by just about everyone including The Onion, Filter, Pitchfork, and NPR.  Not bad for a band that pretty much didn’t’ exist two years ago. Last night they played with Ra-Ra Riot

Anyone remember Chumley’s?  This restored 1920s speakeasy-turned-restaurant/bar was described in New York Magazine as ‘œcluttered with dog-eared photos of famous writers and the jackets of their most influential tomes’ It’s not hard to imagine Hemingway and Fitzgerald bickering in a back corner over a few too many whiskeys.’  With a

A while ago, Christine suggested ice skating at Bryant Park as a cheap date activity, and I completely agree. Date or not, strapping blades to your feet, gliding around trying to avoid pulling a Bambi is one of the most fun things in NYC during the winter. I actually hadn’t