As a broke-ass, sushi isn’t usually one of my dining out options. And while it’s true that I probably won’t be able to afford anything super gourmet until a producer in Hollywood realizes how brilliant my original series teen drama pilot is, I can come kind of close to a

I mostly go to the Time Warner Center because it’s fancy. Not fancy in a “Oh gawd I wish I knew how to match my clothes” but more fancy than most public spaces in NYC in that it’s extremely clean, there are often free hors d’oeuvres thanks to samples at

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

As a seafood lover, I should have eaten oysters many times before last week, but for some reason they had eluded my ever-expanding stomach.  But when a friend told me about the awesome happy hour at Hyde Street Seafood House and Raw Bar, I finally felt the slimy goodness of

A while ago Monica gave you some inside information about the best spots to pick up tourists if you’re feeling a little, um, sensuous.  One of these places is Gold Dust Lounge located on Powell Street, smack in the middle of one of the most tourist-y spots in the city.

Just to set the record straight. I’ve never been to San Francisco, so if you’re looking for some insightful commentary on how this bar “really draws on the West Coast” vibe,  I can’t help you. But that doesn’t mean it’s not a fantastic bar.  Settled on the somewhat barren strip

Duckduck is currently the only reason I ever go out to the Montrose stop on the L, because I am super lazy. If you are too, then three train stops might sound far away, but it is literally like 15 blocks. Duckduck has cheap drinks and they make them STRONG,

Every so often-usually after a long day when the office drank all but half a mug’s worth of the coffee and I’m just too tired to fight–someone will convince me to go to a bar in Midtown. I will often offer to buy brown bag booze for all involved to

Let me preface this post by saying that I never go to the Tenderloin after sundown. I’m scared of it, okay? I just know I’m gonna be that dumb bitch that gets chased down and  stabbed in the ass by a homeless guy after refusing him money (my coworker told