After countless months of unquantifiable turmoil, incomprehensible existential dread, and a level of abandonment I have never felt before (I am a child of divorce), the Popeyes original and spicy chicken sandwich was back. “You bastards,” I whispered when I saw the Twitter post announcing the sandwich would be back

Things can generally be divided into two categories: things you want, and things you don’t want. I know it’s vague, but this article isn’t about anything you want or don’t want. It’s about something that sits on that fine tightrope between them – that category of things you wouldn’t intentionally

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

Nothing says Broke-Ass Mom more than homemade straight from the earth (or your compost in this case) chicken stock.  This has got to be one of the more Broke-Ass things we do around here (besides playing with cardboard boxes on rainy afternoons).  If you don’t make your own stock what

When I think of KFC I don’t think about Colonel Sanders, I think about Kennedy Fried Chicken.  The first Kennedy’s was founded in the 1970s in the Flatbush section of Brooklyn. Since it’s inception it has grown with many restaurants popping up around the city. Kennedy has become somewhat of

You find yourself in Madison Square Park. Look, there’s the Flatiron building! How iconic, right? The park is in bloom, the water fountains are on, and how isn’t it just pastoral. Suddenly you get a strong whiff or beef and impatience, you hear buzzers and a chorus of tapping feet,

Lately I’ve been feeling very dive-y when it comes to bars.  Eff spending an hour doing my hair and makeup — I just want to go somewhere in a hoodie and hang out with my PBR in a dark, smelly corner.  Obviously it’s fun to dress up and sashay around

The Safeway grocery stores in San Francisco vary widely in quality from the you-could-eat-off-the-floors Marina Dateway to the hope-I-make-it-out-alive UnSafeway, so I’m glad to finally find out someone has made my job of navigating the aisles a little easier and cheaper in the process. Like your favorite hipster puppies or

Let’s face it, being broke means you don’t often entertain guests because nothing sucks more than trying to live on the cheap and ending up floating dinner for some freeloader. But I’ve recently realized that, if you play your cards right, you can host a reasonably exciting dinner party (I