Spring is coming, and after spring comes summer, and that means you will be starting to hit up parks in NYC. A whole list of posts could be devoted to the ongoing entertainment programs you can expect from each concrete and dirt patch we call “parks” in this city, but

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

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

Although my Ohio State “I bleed scarlet and gray maaan” allegiance should keep me from ever so much as walking on the same side of the street of a bar known as my rival Michigan hang-out, I cannot resist the siren call of good nachos. And Professor Thom’s has the

I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again- Midtown is a wasteland. Entire theses can be written to describe why it’s a soul-sucking experience to trek along 34th St and 57th St between Lexington Ave and 8th Ave. However, like in most examples of blight, some philanthropic souls see fit

If you’re looking for a slightly nicer Italian restaurant, but not so nice you’ll get stabbed with a fork for using the wrong one, go to La Nonna.  Their classic Italian dishes are the cheesiest, freshest and most tomato-ey you could hope to stuff your face with. Even a simple dish

New York City is a heck of a town. Some say because of its countless cultural offerings or interesting people, I say because it has restaurants entirely devoted to piles of beautiful, brown roast beef. This Little Piggy Had Roast Beef is exactly that restaurant, and for about a year

Sure, why not? Apparently March 1st is National Pancake Day. I mean, whatever. Where do these holidays come from? Are they sanctioned by any sort of higher power that has to weight the historical significance of this day over all others to celebrate flapjacks? What were waffles up to on

Betcha didn’t know that there’s another Rye (House) in town that ISN’T the one in Williamsburg! Rye HOUSE is, in fact, sort of near the Union Square area of Manhattan, and is one of those gastropubs. I know what you’re thinking, ohhhhh those places are so overpriced and whatnot. But