Tiny chocolates with micro-doses to Homer Simpson esque donuts, edibles have come a long way since first saw the Truffle Guy in Dolores Park

Sometimes I’m just not in the mood to gather an endless array of ingredients for my mise-en-place.  But the craving for chocolate can sometimes be unmanageable; the thought of gooey and dense fudge-y, chocolatey goodness being penetrated by my Buscemian canines on loop in my brain.  I like fruit, I

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

Happy Christmas Eve, all! While a large percentage of the country is scurrying around to finish their Christmas shopping, Santa delivered a miracle this year and gave me the motivation to finish early.  I suppose there’s a first time for everything. Now that I have some time on my hands,

Okay, guys, ready? One, Two, Three… “COLLECTIVE SIGH OF RELIEF.” So, you know how people who have lived here long enough to still call Hi-Fi the bar Brownies and remember when Tompkins Square Park was a shanty town (although it still kind of is… one homeless man once presented me

Back in the day, the Chelsea Street Market was a Nabisco factory. The building no longer cranks out Nilla Wafers, Oreos, FIg Newtons, or any other officially trademarked boxed cookies, but it’s one of my favorite places in the city to go stare at stuff. The stores are full of