Sometimes you just don’t want the party to end. You’ve been up all night dancing, drinking, drugging, doing the deed, and suddenly it’s 6am and you’re like, “Damn, I bet I’m in perfect condition to be out in public and in a drinking establishment.”

It’s been the worst day imaginable. Your dog died, you got fired, your laptop was stolen, and your partner comes out of the closet – as actually being straight – and runs away with someone of the opposite gender. All you wanna do is go to the nearest bar and be left alone to cry your eyes out into a big glass of booze. Here’s a list of the best bars in San Francisco to do that in.

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

It’s been a little while since I last updated you on the campaign trail. I know you probably see the semi-clever “please donate” things I post ever coupled days (now that I mention it, please donate), but I haven’t had a chance to fill you in on the nitty gritty

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