I’ve been known to fancy films that are dark. Dark humor, yes. But, also those that have a dark cast to their cinematography from the natural surroundings of the locations, or the usage of digital color correction that gave O Brother, Where Art Thou?  its sepia-tinted tones that gave the viewer

I don’t normally like cupcakes. At best, I think they’re a great mobilizer of sugar into the system of greedy 5th graders during holiday parties with classmade, construction paper, chain link streamers. Well, that’s the only time I made and consumed cupcakes. Then, when the cupcake craze swept over America

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 remember living on Valencia St. when KFC was still on the block, junkies constantly shouted above the bell of the nearby church and Lost Weekend had half-off Wednesday and VHS tapes. Then, the gallery attendants below me started to leave traces of hispterdom: cans of PBR. They were everywhere.

Have you noticed that I love food? It should be an enormous part of anyone’s life, and food acquisition is getting cheaper all the time. Here’s another method you might not have considered: making your own cooking extracts. That brownie recipe on which you pride yourself? Leave the vanilla extract

You’re probably already sick of reading about Noise Pop, so let’s talk instead about chocolate: currency, status symbol, and obesity propellent. But even milk chocolate has a dark side, which tonight’s FREE Kitchen Table Talks at Viracocha will spotlight. It’s hard to maintain one’s dignity while scarfing down Dove Promises,

Alaskan Giant Chocolate Waterfall, only relevant because it’s a picture of chocolate. When I was a kid I was pretty stoked on watching how they made chocolate in the back of the Ghiradelli Soda Fountain. My sister and I would run to check it out while we counted down the

In honor of the San Francisco Chocolate Factory closing I figured I’d share this funny write up I did of it in Broke-Ass Stuart’s Guide to Living Cheaply in San Francisco: Don’t get your hopes up. There’s no eccentric and snarky candy millionaire running around with a platoon of orange faced musical

I decided to take a theatre workshop a couple of weeks ago which required that I go to upstate New York for four days and three nights.  It just so happened that when we pulled in to where we would be staying and workshopping, my colleagues and I realized that