Start out your weekend with all-you-can-eat pancakes and cheap booze Friday night when a taste of LA comes to San Francisco. The famous art show will be in our city for a limited time only at the Artists Alley art gallery.  For just $5, you can check out the works

If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. It’s what mama always said, along with “hold doors open” and “always carry an extra sidearm.” Unfortunately, as we all strive for reinvention in this ever-swirling snafu known as life, sometimes we get a change we don’t need for the simple sake of

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

Allow me a second to pour on some haterade. Yelp provides a good basic service at its core, but it leads to abuses of power that drown out any actual establishments voice in its own reputation. Frankly, any star system seems pretty petty when trying to objectify an opinion, and

Bar food is always a conundrum. What was once a simple bowl of salted nuts has mutated into a demand for organic avocados and lightly-fried esoterica. It can be delicious, granted, but in a go-for-broke gimmick bar scene like the one that permeates Williamsburg it can be overwrought when all

Craft beer, craft beer, craft beer, craft beer, craft beer. Seems to be what any bar worth it’s salt in Brooklyn can talk about. Well, that or molecularly-complicated, organic, artisanal cocktails. But let’s not get hung up on deconstructed martinis and talk about some craft beer. There’s an explosion going

If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. If it is broke, it’s probably cool to hang on the walls. Those truisms are two similar and equally important pieces to the dive bar mythos. From complex themes and stuffy, plush seating, even the “dive” bars of New York can be a

SUNDAY FUNDAY First thing’s first:  WHY THE EFF DIDN’T I KNOW ABOUT THIS??  I thought I was the ultimate connoisseur of everything FREE food-related, as I am super broke and also a huge pig.  In any case, this one slipped by me until now — the ultimate Sunday Funday at

Yes, yes, yes, the speakeasy fad of bars is on its waning days, thank goodness. I prefer to barely remember my name when I go drinking, much less have to drum up a password. Now that the hype is done all that remains of the mildly secret watering holes are