It’s all too obvious that the quirky character of San Francisco is being eroded by the generic sameness of robot coffee bars, mediocre salad spots, chain drug stores and pricey hipster brand showrooms replicated in tony neighborhoods everywhere from here to Wicker Park to Manhattan. So it’s heartening to hear

OFF MENU IS SPONSORED BY EMPEROR NORTON’S BOOZELAND THE TENDERLOIN’S NEWEST HISTORIC DIVE.  HAPPY HOUR NOON – 7PM If you’re having trouble finding the tiny store front of this bakery voted best bakery in America by Bon Appetit Magazine in 2016, just follow the shards of croissant dough strewn about like confetti all over

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

This kit kat croissant recipe really isn’t a recipe. I was lying in bed thinking about my visit to Paris in 2010; the moment where I discovered that Americans charge about quadruple what Parisians charge for the flaky delights known as pain du chocolat. That’s when the horrifying images appeared

Each February, we’re told that if we really care about our honey, we need to show it with our wallets.  If he doesn’t buy you artisanal chocolates, red roses, and silk lingerie, then he clearly doesn’t really love you. What bullshit! Showing our affection in less consumerist ways is pretty

Sometimes I’m just not in the mood to gather an endless array of ingredients for my mise-en-place.  But the craving for chocolate can sometimes be unmanageable; the thought of gooey and dense fudge-y, chocolatey goodness being penetrated by my Buscemian canines on loop in my brain.  I like fruit, I

It has been five-years since our super hunky co-editor, Stephen Torres, eloquently shared his no-doubt drunken experience at Bob’s. Oh, and four-years since Christy wrote about Bob’s. And of course, I started writing about donuts at 2am, and then realize all of this. So, fuck it…you’re getting the 2014 version of Bob’s. Because

If TV is anything like real life, then you probably got sick the day your family, fifth grade class, or intrepid bunch of crime-fighting, mystery solving youths visited the chocolate factory, missing out on what surely would have been the high point of your sugar-crazed adolescence. You can make up

Happy Christmas Eve, all! While a large percentage of the country is scurrying around to finish their Christmas shopping, Santa delivered a miracle this year and gave me the motivation to finish early.  I suppose there’s a first time for everything. Now that I have some time on my hands,