I don’t know anyone who doesn’t appreciate a good happy hour, the problem is I don’t actually get out of work til after all of them are over and then it’s back to $7 beers again.  Lucky for me, one of my favorite venues is now offering a happy hour

There is a place on the Lower East Side that shines despite the grime of Grand St. It is a glorious confectionery haven known as Doughnut Plant, and there, for $4, you can consume your entire caloric budget for one day easily. Behold the Doughnut Plant doughnut. I know $4

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

Blackouts can be a scary thing. Hell I nearly had a meltdown after my lights started flickering while I was in the shower and my A/C started to make choking sounds. But they can also be a magical witching hour where humanity decides it will come together instead of flying

It’s no secret that Broke-Ass staff enjoy eating while standing, and if recent food trends are to be believed everything just tastes better when you order it from a Roach Coach Gourmet Food Truck. Which probably explains why these Street Food/Food Cart/Taco Truck events have been popping up all over

Pete’s Candy Store has been a staple of the Williamsburg bar scene for as far back as I can remember. And that year is specifically, 2003. Any year before that is dead to me. For those who are unfamiliar, in typical Williamsburg fashion, Pete’s Candy Store was presumably, at one

Sometimes when I go to a new restaurant and try a type of food I know little about, like, say, Ethiopian, I get scared by all the weird-sounding dishes and just order THE most boring thing I can find. This is usually because I’m starving, and unwilling to risk further

Ever since our office moved from the East Village to Midtown, I find myself forced to defend my decision NOT to try the latest oooh-we-chop-up-salads-therefore-we-feel-justified-charging-almost-$10-for-it spot for lunch. “You cannot buy this yourself cheaper at a store- crispy chicken, cheddar and blue cheese, spinach, avocado, bacon and anything else you

When I first went to Paris I was sixteen and in the company of a slew of other privileged, Americans of comparable age and intellect sent there for a “summer study abroad” program by our parents. There are a million things to say about that but what I will say