It takes a long time to establish oneself as a “neighborhood” institution. From deli counters to comic stores to interestingly dressed hobos, earning the title requires patience and diligence along with just the right vibe. Despite it being relatively new to the scene, Daddy’s in the Billburg has been striving

You’ve seen a French movie, right? You know how the ludicrously attractive, ethereal girl will talk about stuff with the swarthy guy over coffee? They’ll be musing about love, life, or whatever with their pretty lips while even-tempo jazz and the clinks of coffee cups happen in the background? 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

Ever wish you had all of Data’s cool inventions? Miss watching the truffle shuffle? Want to reconnect with your deformed man-giant childhood pal? Then have I got a show for you! Come down to Pacific Standard for a screening of the Goonies with cheap beer, delicious snacks, and it’s all

Move the dial all the way over to the far side and catch the airwaves tonight at my newest cheap swill border buster, Mexican Radio, tonight at the Lone Star. In the finest of traditions, the Lone Star is playing the part of a skuzzy antro just on the periphery,

Things I like: drinking, drinking outside, drinking on the cheap, drinking with fellow-minded attractive single people. I tend to prefer bars where all of the above can happen, but finding a comfortable in-between is difficult. Usually bars that are super cheap are also lacking in atmosphere (which is, fine, whatever,

‘œAre you bummed that there isn’t a San Francisco Street fair that specifically targets your metaphoric internal homo animal designation? Are you sorta chickeny? Fox-curious? Wolflexible? Does hotmusclebear.com leave you lukewarm? Are you a Turkey Vulture? A pigasus? A bearacat?’ So say Walter Gòmez and Mica Sigourney of CHICKENBEAR. Sounding

There are a few reasons a person might drink six cans of shit beer in one sitting. Getting fired. Getting dumped. The United States losing to Ghana. Weekday afternoons. You know, truly heartbreaking shit. Luckily, like most necessities in this city, there is a bar for that. Floyd, which sits

I like nothing more than a good cause.  Ask my mama, I came out of the womb preaching ‘œpeace, love, and recycling.’  I like nothing more – except maybe a balmy spring night traipsing around the Lower East Side’ after drinking a few bottles of beer’ while listening to some