Aside from FREE booze, FREE food is probably what the broke ass takes advantage of most. And it’s easier to find than you might think. Here’s your spot for the day. Super Duper Burgers will be giving away FREE mini burgers on Monday, April 30 beginning at 3:00p.m. All four

731 Clement Street is constantly changing. It has been a couple of Burmese restaurants and a number of other things over the years. Currently, it’s a family owned, German-ish joint called Steins. Steins has been around for a couple of weeks now. Generally speaking, it has seemed to be well

I’ve got some awesome news! We received a grant from the Civic Joy Fund to put out a literary magazine celebrating SF and acting to counter the stupid “Doom Loop” narrative. It’s a gift to the people of San Francisco. And after months of working on this project it’s now available

 This is the oldest gay bar in the city, and by far one of my favorite places to go in the afternoons to get away from the typical West Village crowd. Here you can not only get one of the best grilled burgers in NYC for only Five bucks –

Phil’s serves sliders.  Little burger, little prices.  They look small at first glance, but these little things are so effing tasty!  At two bucks each, even a broke-ass can double up.  Phil keeps his slider simple:  one hefty grass-fed, beef medallion, fire-grilled to medium-rare perfection, a fresh piece of iceberg

Lately I’ve been feeling very dive-y when it comes to bars.  Eff spending an hour doing my hair and makeup — I just want to go somewhere in a hoodie and hang out with my PBR in a dark, smelly corner.  Obviously it’s fun to dress up and sashay around

Waffles are delicious at most hours of the day, the exception being any hour after midnight on a day you’re going under anesthesia. Until recently, Kellogg’s Diner was the only place in Williamsburg you could get a fatty Belgian waffle at all hours of the night. Sure, the jokes about

Try if you can to ignore the use of “da” instead of “the” in the title of the restaurant, and open your ears (eyes?) to why Paul’s Da (ugh) Burger Joint is worth your precious burger-lovin’ time. Located on what I believe to be one of the most obnoxious corners in the city, for

Admittedly, I’m a little distracted while I’m writing this post. I keep staring out my window and watching the snow. It’s in that phase where the flakes are big and fluffy and beautiful. But if you’re sick of the snow and plan to spend the weekend hibernating, you should go