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The HANG Art Annex is throwing a party on Saturday where you can watch art being made live, while drinking FREE beer.  Also, all the art created that day will be sold for $50 per piece.  That way those of you who still haven’t decorated your room yet after living

Step into a world of adventure with the San Francisco Beer Passport. There’s no better way to explore San Francisco than to literally drink it in. This passport is amazing! Each one contains 27 coupons to buy one beer, get a second beer FREE at 27 of the finest locally

I’d like to take a moment to apologize to all two of my devoted readers on this site ‘” I’ve just recently moved and, because of my dim-wit roommate, still do not have internet. I know you’ve missed my developing genius, and I’ve got something that I think you’ll really

My friend Emily over at The Good Hotel just hipped me to the fact that the Etiquette Lounge is having a Comedy Jam type thingy tonight where there will be FREE vodka drinks from 8-9pm.  Normally, I’d be there to prove that not just douchebags go to Etiquette Lounge, but I’m

      While I had never heard of Taco Del Mar until my friend Kiley told me about tomorrow’s promotion, this corporate taco chain is fusing two of my favorite words on tax day: FREE and Tacos.  Yes indeed, all you have to do is go to their website, enter your email

I was walking near Union Square the other night, on the way to a friend’s birthday party, when I passed by Macy’s display window.  I noticed that it was once again the time of year for the store’s Flower Show.  While this year’s theme is “A Bohemian Garden”, after looking at

This is what it sounds like when I write about myself in third person:   Broke-Ass Stuart has been called ‘œAn SF Cult Hero’ (SF Bay Guardian), ‘œBest Local Writer’ (SF Weekly) and “The Chief of Cheap” (Time Out New York) but to those familiar with his work, he’s just ‘œthat douchebag

Some of my earliest memories are that of lying on the grass in my grandparents’ front yard above Lincoln Heights, Los Angeles, surrounded by decaying Christmas lights and rusting buckets turned into plant containers.  My Nana was roasting some immense side of pork in the monstrous, fire-breathing barbecue contraption they