Finally, a compelling reason to have children. SF Kids‘ “Check Out San Francisco” program allows San Francisco families to get FREE passes to a long list of museums, aquariums, zoos, and a bunch of other places I didn’t even know were here. Like the Haas-Lilienthal House (what surly teenager wouldn’t

I’m pretty excited to be hyping this event because it combines several of my favorite things in life:  facial hair, books, FREE stuff, and hot guys.  Well, I don’t really know about the last one, but I feel like if I talk about it like it’s true, it will be.

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

The Rodeo Bar has a very special place in my heart.  When I moved here to go to college it was not too far from where I lived.  For me, it was like heaven on Earth.  I always got in (and served) there.  They had FREE music and FREE all-you-can-eat

Know what makes good photography even better? A couple FREE drinks. But you knew that already, didn’t you? Inject some culture into your post-Memorial Day weekend life (i.e. do something worthwhile to make you forget about that 19-year-old Santa Clara sophomore you made out with after losing several consecutive flip

I don’t hang out in the Union Square area often.  It’s too loud and schizo for me between the tourists, the crackheads and the street performers gyrating to Michael Jackson songs and beating the shit out of trash cans.  But one bar I will brave the thousands of Street Sheet

I don’t know about you, but I’m kind of ready to be a grown-up and clean out the walk-in closet in my apartment, the doors of which stay perpetually shut to hide the staggering amount of sheer crap I stashed in there the first day I moved in and never

I was introduced to Kennedy’s because my sister used to work at Rainforest Cafe on Fisherman’s Wharf for a while, and after hours of serving something called “Rasta Pasta” to extremely rude and awkwardly-dressed tourists (money belt, anyone?), she would head to Kennedy’s for some late-night fun, then stumble home with

I’m drug-free these days, but if I were still hopped up on ecstasy this would be fucking awesome! That’s not to say that you should pollute your mind and body with unknown chemicals, however. Because you shouldn’t. They’re dangerous, they’re deadly, and Nancy Reagan still wants you to just say