The San Bruno Owl winds its way through the mists South of Market as we head towards Van Ness. There aren’t many people on the northbound motor coach at this hour, with the exception of a few stragglers and a nattily dressed older woman who is harping on a teenager

Central to both Capitalism and Darwinism is the idea of diversification. For instance, the Panda has stubbornly refused to widen the scope of its sustainatory purview beyond bamboo, and all that’s standing between it and oblivion is the obsession humanity has with all things round, fuzzy and disgustingly cute. The

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

Now that I may have worn out my welcome at Shanghai Dumpling King thanks to a overly rowdy birthday party (one attendee was dressed as a handjob), the news that similarly cheap Outer Richmond restaurant was opening sounded like manna from heaven. The fact that it would be serving chicken

I know we just finished up the Super Bowl, but if there is one accessory from this shitshow holiday that I cannot live without: The Koozie. One part trailer trash and one part genius invention, The Koozie supercedes all drinking accessories by becoming not only the most vital to your

Once upon a time I had a friend who really loved his chicken wings.  No matter what fancy restaurant we ate at — Chili’s, Applebee’s, T.G.I. Friday’s — this guy had one goal and one goal only — to tear apart some hot wings. Then we came up to San