Here’s a spot that was reviewed back in 2010 by our very own “Editor-in-Cheap” Mr. Broke-ass Stuart himself. And like Stuart, I think it’s time for everyone to put on their ruby red slippers, click their heels together three times and find themselves at East River Bar on Mondays, because

Envision this: it’s Valentine’s Day and you ain’t got no sweetheart. Furthermore, you don’t want one, and you think Valentine’s Day is a trite greeting-card-holiday anyway. But you’re a man, God damnit, and you want female attention and booze every day of the week. You look into your wallet and

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

I had a regular when I was a bartender. 33, classically gorgeous and a bar owner, he had a crush on me because I didn’t give a shit, i.e. wasn’t hot enough to be seen in public with.  He’d bring in every feminine cliche (Biracial Burlesque Performer, Marketing Intern Who

Maracuja is a little dive-and-grill on the south side of Williamsburg owned and operated by Charles Kaim and his wife Connie Ruiz. It’s a bar whose creators have put so much love into their project that it emanates from the walls. Restored to its mahogany 1950s originality and decorated with

Right now, I’m sitting at Black Sheep, drinking a surprisingly decent three-dollar glass of wine while five other two-person groups/couples (still trying to figure out if the two girls sitting across the bar are lesbians) talk quietly, and/or watch sports going on somewhere behind me.  My friend is sitting next to me, behind

If you want get heard, sometimes you gotta scream, and ain’t no one can scream like a queen who’s got something to say. This Sunday, everyone’s favourite temple of the Tenderloin, Aunt Charlie’s Lounge, will be holding a party commemorating the 45th anniversary of the Compton’s Cafeteria Riots in 1966. Stonewall,

Soul II soul is a bar I’ve been going to for years. Back when I used to live off the Gates stop, it was a place I went on my way home. I knew the the door man, Jimmy; I knew the owner, Easy, who would sit at the end

LP and Harmony has everything a good bar needs, and then some. Not only do they have a good jukebox, two nice pool tables and cheap booze, but they also have a backyard and poker tables. On Fridays poker is played throughout the day with a $40 buy in, and