You know all those stand-up specials you watch on TV? They’re the shows that comedians roll out their best material at after weeks/months/years of honing their funny. Whenever there’s a cut from the comedian to the audience they always seem to be in tears, getting the best of the best

Good Food Month kicks off this Saturday with a special marketplace featuring finalists from the Good Food Awards. From January 14’“February 20th, the Bay Area will celebrate “the myriad food crafters creating tasty, authentic and responsible food, and the agricultural communities they are tied to.” Saturday’s marketplace will take place

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

During the Depression, movie houses were havens of escapism from the grim realities outside-a dreamlike vacation for a pittance.  They would even have cool things like entertainment and promotional give-aways to drum up business.  You caught the double feature, got a little soft shoe and walked out with a stoneware

I always seem to be pushing art openings and sometimes can’t decide if that’s due to the expectation of FREE bubbly and snacks or because the work to be shown is supposed to be cool.  I’d like to think it’s both, but who am I kidding?  I’m a scavenger who will

January seems to summon everyone’s inner idiot in the the most glorious fashions. From drinking heavily at midnight on 1/1 to the Polar Bear club, everyone is stir crazy and willing to act on frivolous impulse. How else does one explain the yearly tradition of Improv Everywhere’s No Pants Subway

This Saturday, January 9, 2011 marks the 10th annual No Pants Subway Ride in New York. If you remember, our very own Spendthrift Scribe posted the event last year. Well, now San Franciscans can join in the fun, and based on how many inexpicably pantsless people I’ve seen in SF,

Happy almost 2011! New Year, New You, amirite?!?! I know you’ve got a big long list brewing of all the stuff New You is going to kick ass at next year, like to stop waking up with mystery hickeys and taking cabs to bars. But Bondi Road and Sunburnt Cow are one step ahead of you,

This Christmas, I was forced to finally go through the boxes of my crap taking over my parents’ basement. While rediscovering treasures like a cassette of Wilson Phillips’ “Hold On,” troll key chains, and more chokers than a person should be legally allowed to possess, I was once again the