Who’s ready for a little bit of personal story time from some blogger you don’t know? Well, too bad, you’re getting some anyway. I grew up in this city and have long been a lush. It didn’t take a lot of clever finagling to get into bars at 15, just

Some establishments feel like they never opened, per se, but rather grew naturally from the ground and people just started showing up. The walls are old, the taps well worn, and the crowd is consistent. If you’re lucky they have enough character to offer something special, like warm drinks on

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

As the city flirts every so often with the mainstream and homogeny, that which makes us different becomes all the more dear- which requires some upkeep. Since 1979 the Lyon- Martin Clinic has been one of the most dependable caretakers for those whom mainstream medicine has deemed non-priorities. If you

Bar shticks are pretty easy to come up with. Basically it involves having a thought and then putting that into a bar. Skee ball, Bulgaria, and country clubs for poor people have all been done and done again. Throwing its hat into the ring is the veritable theme of America’s

Today I was feeling nostalgic for the good old days when I first moved to San Francisco and would go to the Bar on Castro’s Monday $.80 drink night, like, every week (the perks of working from home, right?!).  Since then, the Bar on Castro has moved to Church &

One thing the current owners wanted to retain when they took over the Lone Star Saloon a year ago was the blue collar charm and clientele. Although blue collar is an increasingly rare species in these parts, menu-wise the bar seems to be doing it’s best to keep it’s watering

If you’re Jewish you’ve already received all your presents for the year, and you know what?  A lot of them were probably garbage. Sure, you were nice at the time, but do you really want a pneumatic spatula? Thankfully the good and like-minded people at Brokelyn have he answer with

When I hear terms like “slumming it in the East Village” or “East Village dive” I immediately conjure up images of pretentious blog douchebags who think that because there’s graffiti on the walls that this is a bad part of town oooooooh. Let’ s be real; the East Village has