So, turns out, that if you aren’t dumb like me and closed your Bank of America account recently, you can get into four San Francisco museums next weekend for FREE just by flashing your B of A plastic. The FREEness only covers general admission, so you’re still going to have

Wondering what to do for fun this week?  Feeling a little dead inside?  Wake yourself up with an event for each of the 5 senses! HEAR: Who doesn’t love weird art?  Well, a lot of people, but if you do love it, here is yet another Berkeley Art Museum L@te

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

Anyone remember Chumley’s?  This restored 1920s speakeasy-turned-restaurant/bar was described in New York Magazine as ‘œcluttered with dog-eared photos of famous writers and the jackets of their most influential tomes’ It’s not hard to imagine Hemingway and Fitzgerald bickering in a back corner over a few too many whiskeys.’  With a

Calling All Service Industry Workers (ONLY!): Working behind the bar or out on the floor tended to be a little on the lean side this year. Things have gotten so bad that the city has become a veritable graveyard of boarded up taverns and dusty dining rooms with papered windows.

I have never been a morning person.  As a part-time teaching artist/freelance writer/non-profit founder/occasional babysitter, I tend to make my own work schedule.  A lot of the time, that means working til 3 or 4am.  So on freezing winter mornings, you’ll usually find me making a cup of coffee and

Stuart covered this last year when the museum was brand-spaking-new and the FREE day was a proceed-at-your-own-risk kind of activity.  But now the museum is old news and the novelty has sort of worn off, unless you haven’t been there yet, in which case you should go on Wednesday because

I was going to try and make this post terribly witty, and entertain you with some funny anecdote about that time I did something really embarrassing in a museum, but then I got sucked into the vortex that is Pot Psychology. I swear my attention span is that of a

It’s probably pretty hard to be broke if you live all the way in the Outer Sunset because those cab fares can’t be cheap. But like any decent neighborhood it must have its share of cheap neighborhood bars, otherwise people wouldn’t live there, right? The Riptide must be pretty rad