Twelve dollars could buy you…

One cosmopolitan.
or
Three tacos from the Endless Summer Taco Truck in Williamsburg.
or
A bottle of wine.
or………

Before I let you in on the deets, let’s get something straight. I know you covet Monday nights. It’s no secret – mostly because you don’t hide it well (sort of like those 7th-grade bangs you butchered yourself but tried to blame on your Dad’s rogue Flowbee; yeah, we all

I need your help to keep BrokeAssStuart.com going. In 2024, we wrote over 800 articles and published over 4,000 social media posts serving the San Francisco Bay Area. We’ve covered striking workers, fine artists, corrupt politicians, fantastic drag performers, colorful weirdos, cherished small businesses, and the vital news that the

At the rate we praise the pleasures of fried chicken on this site, one would think we all had our own Jazzy motorized scooters we ride around town to accommodate our super size selves.  And now the place were my deep fried adventures began, Pies N Thighs has reopened in

I have come to the realization that I am a bit of a geek.  Do you ever have that thought?  Like when you excitedly bought that used collection of the Boxcar Children (#12 ‘“ 47) from your neighbor’s stoop sale.  Or when you watched ‘œanimals-from-different-species-becoming-friends’ You Tube videos until 3am

1. Food First things first: you need to eat and you need to not spend money doing it.  First of all, find out if there are any farmer’s markets at all that are near you.  Nearly every single one has samples of tomatoes, cheese, sometimes even the awesome free-range chicken

Who doesn’t love the few occasions where you’re allowed to chuck stuff at other people. Since the (gasp) spring-like weather destroyed the chance of snowball fights, it’s time to move on to another sport. Dodgeball anyone? On Tuesday and Wednesday nights, there’s a pick up dodgeball game in a gym

Award shows can be a very laboring affair to watch. The Emmys are pretty meh, the MTV awards are a fucking joke but sometimes people show up wearing pasties, and the Grammy’s are just another opportunity for my ears to be assaulted by the Black Eyed Peas. But everyone always

A few weekends ago, I briefly forgot what vegetables were. My bf and I trekked up to Rochester to visit some friends. Sure, they took us to a public market with stands full of fresh tomatoes, spinach, peppers, apples, etc, but that didn’t match our “when in Rome” philosophy of