Anyone remember Chumley’s?  This restored 1920s speakeasy-turned-restaurant/bar was described in New York Magazine as ‘œcluttered with dog-eared photos of famous writers and the jackets of their most influential tomes’ It’s not hard to imagine Hemingway and Fitzgerald bickering in a back corner over a few too many whiskeys.’  With a

My sister wrote a book called That’s Why We Don’t Eat Animals and she constantly encounters people who say really inane things like, ‘œI don’t think I’ve ever actually eaten any vegan food.’  She usually responds with ‘œWell, have you ever had an apple?’ and then they feel pretty stupid. 

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

First Oakland needed a new t-shirt, now it’s Three Twins Ice Cream that’s looking for your fashion instincts and/or graphic design skills. All you’ve got to do is email your design to threetwinstees@gmail.com and make sure it’s got the Three Twins name or logo in it. If you’re the talented

Look, we know you’re broke. We’re all broke but you just look silly sitting there with your Kirkland Brand Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwiches. Sure, it’s a comfort food, but you know what? The “PB&J as comfort food” thing is basically like replacing all the posters in your apartment with

If you’ve ever gotten off at the Ashby Bart station (and by ‘œgotten off’ I mean exited the train, not what the dude in the seat behind you was doing), looked across the street, and wondered what that tiny shack painted with the bright colors of Jamaica is, here’s the

I was walking with a friend in Duboce Park the other day when we stumbled upon a bunch of food carts.  Although the delicious fumes wafting from ‘œWholesome Bakery’ and  ‘œThat Guy’s Fries’ were trumped a minute later when my friend stepped in dog shit (the perils of Duboce Park),

Revolution Café is located in West Oakland in a neighborhood known as The Lower Bottoms, not a particularly endearing name, but somehow fitting for a place west of “Dogtown.’ From the outside it doesn’t look like anything special, but when you walk through the front door its awesomeness will smack you

Starting the first day of college, we were all broke.  When friends came over to study at our modest abodes and were, as college students perpetually find themselves, hungry, we each asked ourselves, ‘œWhy share what little I have?’  However some of us chose to share and some of us