This could be a shady, underhanded marketing ploy by Pepto Bismol, but it seems there is a big hoorah about pizza going on tonight out in BK.  I could have used a piece of pizza last night, but instead dripped sauce all over my jeans walking and eating a shitty

Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit…probably not.

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

Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit…probably not.

Roller derby is like a petroleum-free Nascar race held in Punta Del Este: the crowd is there to see wrecks and girls.   Here is a blurb from the film’s website: “Hell on Wheels is the ass kicking documentary film telling the story of a group of Texas women who

If you’ve chosen a secular holiday that celebrates the accomplishments of the labour movement over Derby debauchery, you are a better person than I, and should thusly be rewarded with free drink and board. For that, check out Brouwerij Lane in Brooklyn.  There won’t be any horse, but some people

The PEN World Voices of International Literature hits the city in a few days, which means 160 writers over the course of 6 days OR 26.6 writers a day doing conversations, panels, performances, and readings.  Obviously that is far too many; an overwhelming choice that leads to paralysis and blocks

A few weeks ago I went to Dorkbot and it was AMAZING.  Sometime in between Revenge of the Nerds and now these guys have really improved their social capital.  Must have something to do with computers.  There were three presentations from five dorks, who per event requirements  were “doing strange

As old-timey newspaper men in the movies would say, “Stop The Presses!”  Being a Southern California native, I have a huge stick up my ass about the quality and price of Mexican food in NYC.  Aside from the delicious taco van inside Union Pool, I had yet to find another