The Mission’s Red Cafe I few months ago, I “discovered” and subsequently wrote about San Jalisco in The Mission, a great spot serving fabulous and appropriately greasy Mexican-style breakfast all day.   Here’s another gem fashioned along similar lines: Red Cafe, situated in the same neighborhood a few blocks away on the corner of 25th and

Cordon Bleu The symbiotic relationship that exist between a restaurant and the bar next to it don’t get much better or more mutually beneficial than the one that exists between Cordon Bleu and  Encore on California Street, just off Polk.  One serves cheap, delicious and hearty food, the other is

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

I’ve been doing stand up comedy for about a year now. Plus or minus a few months due to time abroad. But I was totally still writing that entire time and being hilarious, in general. During my time in the New York that was before, as in pre-March, I had

My stomach is growling! But alas, That despite its howling I am a Broke Ass I am short on dough What else is new? I have to be fed To the Chinese Bakery I must go! Places like it there are few It is much more than bread Shall I

Unemployment is hard. Job hunting is a job in itself without the pay and the benefits. However like having a regular job it takes entirely too much of your time and you kind of hate your boss sometimes. Currently, I am looking for work and I spend a majority of

The annual Eat Real Festival was upon us this weekend at Jack London Square in downtown Oakland. If you are a fan of ANYTHING food related, you would be remiss not to experience this festival. With the burgeoning street food trend and plethora of gourmet meals you can eat out

              Don’t order the specials   Howard’s Café is a diner in the Inner Sunset.  Remarkable? Not particularly, and that isn’t to its detriment. American diners represent comfortable familiarity with a twist of that quality us State-Siders would like to think we invented: individuality. 

I have always thought that the best way to discover where you call home is on foot. There is no better way to pick up the smallest details of your city streets. You will surely catch one out of every ten things from a car window but on foot you