Good news to everybody! Spring reared its well-tempered head yesterday and got us all to Ewan-McGregor-in-Trainspotting levels of fiending for a fix of sunshine. Unfortunately, NYC went all Seattle today and its gray as the line between love and hate, but we must still remember that soon there shall be

If you’re like me and you either have a job but don’t have an office, or have several freelance jobs and don’t have an office and your home is not exactly the most productive or comfortable place to be, you’re going to need a good, reliable work spot. Here are

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

If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. It’s what mama always said, along with “hold doors open” and “always carry an extra sidearm.” Unfortunately, as we all strive for reinvention in this ever-swirling snafu known as life, sometimes we get a change we don’t need for the simple sake of

Okay so maybe you group together the term “food truck” along with artisan, pork belly, comfort food, and all the other foodie terms you’re sick of, but c’mon, it’s delicious food that travels to you! Can it really be that bad?  Some of the buzz-iest food trucks in town with

The love story of a boy, some cheese fries and an Afghani man named Abdul…well more or less.

At first I wasn’t really sure how I would find/like a bar purposely calling itself “Nameless,” but fortunately both things turned out better than expected. That had a lot to do with the number 4. 4 is how many dollars the bar charges for a Tecate with fresh lime juice.

Allow me a second to pour on some haterade. Yelp provides a good basic service at its core, but it leads to abuses of power that drown out any actual establishments voice in its own reputation. Frankly, any star system seems pretty petty when trying to objectify an opinion, and

Bar food is always a conundrum. What was once a simple bowl of salted nuts has mutated into a demand for organic avocados and lightly-fried esoterica. It can be delicious, granted, but in a go-for-broke gimmick bar scene like the one that permeates Williamsburg it can be overwrought when all