Broke as hell and want to see a show? Live Nation just kicked off National Concert Week with a week-long sale of concert tickets for…wait for it…$20! According the Live Nation site, if you’ve got about a dub (plus tax) and act fast, you can score tickets to more than

I remember living on Valencia St. when KFC was still on the block, junkies constantly shouted above the bell of the nearby church and Lost Weekend had half-off Wednesday and VHS tapes. Then, the gallery attendants below me started to leave traces of hispterdom: cans of PBR. They were everywhere.

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

Recently, I had the honor of being a bridesmaid in my BFF Kate’s wedding to her longtime main squeeze, Jason.  Besides an awkward moment where the Mother-of-the-Bride looked down at me while I was adjusting Kate’s train and said, “Always a bridesmaid, never a bride!” (way to send shivers down

I just celebrated my 25th birthday and have been dismayed to discover that not everyone loves birthdays as much as I do. The birthday scrooges among us gripe about the passage of another pointless year, whine about the crow’s feet and gray hairs that come with age, worry that they’re

Buy some “cakes” y’all. Hey, you know that bullshit about the House of Representatives voting to end all federal funding of Planned Parenthood?  Well, it’s bullshit, and this weekend you have a chance to do more than just sign the petition opposing the ban and then post it on Facebook

A while ago Stephen told us about a late-night, Nob Hill staple — Bob’s Donuts & Pastry Shop on Polk.  I’ve had the privilege of eating the most delicious apple fritter of my life here (okay, it was 2am and my blood was probably made up of pure tequila at

I remember hearing about this at some point over the weekend during some late night Jameson induced talkathon.  I clearly forgot about it afterwards but luckily a regular reader named Kate just dropped me the 411. Ha!  Remember pagers and all the little codes we used like 411 and 143