Given the infestation of corporate coffee shops, the browbeaten drifters have begrudgingly relocated. Sickened by the whine of the latest pop culture commodities, and spooked by the mechanical scripts of corporate serfs, we yearn for the aging coffee shacks of yore, the ones that were only grotesque in their literality.

Written By: Aaron T. Mellieon Bo Burnham’s “Inside” was an existential masterpiece that perfectly illustrated the shared pains of the millennial experience. His special reflected what many of our generation, and people in general were feeling during the pandemic.  Towards the end of the special, Bo starts to lose his

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

I’m 30 years old. I wasted a lot of my 20s on resentment, but I don’t want to live the rest of my life with a perpetual chip on my shoulder. As a result of that, I’ve been examining the things I dislike, and why I dislike them.  One of

When it was established in 2006, the West Oakland maker space American Steel served as an art gallery and studio for large-scale industrial works, like giant Tesla coils and 20-foot tall metal sculptures. But when the place sold in 2016 for $29 million, many of the artists left because of

By Justine Hall It has been three years since Iʼve been home. I moved away due to soaring rent and cost of living, like many others who grew up in San Francisco. With all the craziness of the last year and a half, I have found myself terribly homesick. I

We did not ever even get to enjoy our last drink at the legendary Market Street dive bar Lucky 13. When Lucky 13 closed for good rather suddenly last December, as was first reported by this website, it was right as the city was going back into ‘Purple’ tier heavy

It felt like moving trucks were parked on every block in town. There was a low hum of activity as friends, frenemies, lovers, ex-lovers, sometimes lovers, parents, stepparents, drag parents, and day laborers hired from in front of the U-Haul place on Bryant Street, all carried furniture out of buildings throughout the city.

Honey Bear street artist fnnch has raised nearly $400,000 for charitable causes during the pandemic, yet KQED describes his work as “the Most Despised Street Art in San Francisco.” Love them or despise them, you will see those ubiquitous honey bears in now-saturation mode on bus stop shelters and towering