Do you like goats?  No?  Hmmm.  Have you SEEN the above photo?  Look at that precious thing!  I’m not particularly an animal lover myself — my affections are usually reserved solely for my dog, Jackie Robinson — but even I can’t help squealing over this little guy. Okay, let’s say

Where hippies and broke-asses converge. We’ve mentioned Rainbow Grocery before on Broke-Ass Stuart, the super hip co-op grocery store in the Mission, but after my trip there last week, the first one in a long while, I decided to provide a list of things that are really cheap and are

I’ve got some awesome news! We received a grant from the Civic Joy Fund to put out a literary magazine celebrating SF and acting to counter the stupid “Doom Loop” narrative. It’s a gift to the people of San Francisco. And after months of working on this project it’s now available

Friends! Cheapskates! Countrymen! Lend me your ears, for good news hath fallen unto the cheapest of boroughs. Queens Restaurant Week(s) is continuing into October, ending this Thursday. For all those too lazy to have attempted this in September, let my gratuitous exclamation points inspire you!!!! Basically, anyone who expects great,

I learned something very important about myself today.  I learned that jaded, misanthropic, pessimistic me is more than capable of falling deeply, madly and obsessively in love in a mere instant.  I now know this because it happened today at Terra Bakery and Cafe. If you’re the kind of person

So this is fucking weird.  And it makes me feel really old.  The very first ‘club” I was ever “up in” in my life has become a sort of haute-bourgeois foodie mecca and it opens this weekend.  The first place I ever saw real live drag queens and heard real

Whole Foods in Potrero Hill is at it again. Remember that Beer Week event with the cheap microbrew and the food tastings?  Well they’re doing something similar tonight from 5-7pm. $5 gets you Australian wines paired with meats and cheeses plus you’re actually doing a mitzvah because the money is

My friend said he was “free like a bird.” I pointed out that we were at Fish Bar, and he shouldn’t be talking about birds. He then claimed to be “free like a fish?” We decided it was best to stop changing cliches to be about fish. Then he said,

I’m not a fan of camping or dorms.  I’m pretty sure camping is why houses were invented.  And the only purpose of dorms is to make you so miserable freshman year that you’re forced to go out and make friends.  Hostels are a combination of dorms and camping, but somehow