I don’t often hit up sports bars. Not because I don’t care about sports, mind you, but I don’t always have the desire to watch a game unfold due to the usual ineptitude of NY teams. Frankly, I don’t need to watch the Knicks/Jets/Giants/Mets/yes, even the Yankees crash and burn

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

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

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

Are you passive aggressive, love flash mobs, or really just enjoy the cathartic act of hitting strangers in the face? Well you’re in luck. because today is your day with International Pillow Fight Day. In its sixth year running, New Yorkers have flocked to Union Square and all over the world

Graffiti is an both a beloved art form and a scourge of the city, depending on who you ask. With sites like the Wooster Collective and street art being used to sell everything under the sun, it has gained just as much if not more prominence then it had in

Craft beer, craft beer, craft beer, craft beer, craft beer. Seems to be what any bar worth it’s salt in Brooklyn can talk about. Well, that or molecularly-complicated, organic, artisanal cocktails. But let’s not get hung up on deconstructed martinis and talk about some craft beer. There’s an explosion going