Some establishments feel like they never opened, per se, but rather grew naturally from the ground and people just started showing up. The walls are old, the taps well worn, and the crowd is consistent. If you’re lucky they have enough character to offer something special, like warm drinks on

Thrifting in New York can easily be a matter of air quotes and snide remarks. “Thrift” stores tend to try to pass off some used t-shirts at $40 a pop and tell you that it’s a total steal. Dude, did someone sweat in it before? Don’t care if it was

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 swear, I don’t even know why I look at yelp reviews sometimes, or just comments of anything in general, because there’s always some troll or someone that has SOME problem with SOMETHING. ALWAYS. I’ve even found bad reviews on Trip Advisor for the fucking Four Seasons. Like, REALLY guys?

Despite the cooler-than-cool loft parties and the rampant amounts of tacos, Bushwick still has yet to reach the simple livability that can be found in other spots of Brooklyn. Many of the storefronts are relegated to tiny little alcoves and they can be few and far between. While coffee has

Texts rivaling the Dead Sea Scrolls in length have been written about the culinary wasteland that is Midtown. However, within its glistening confines lay hidden gems of tastiness waiting for the truly intrepid to happen upon them. Even better, at times they can be dumb cheap. Welcome, weary travelers, to

Have you ever walked down the street in Williamsburg, for example, and been like: what the hell is that place? Those paper mache horses in the window and unwieldy name seem to indicate that it’s an art gallery, etc etc. Most of the time the answer IS art gallery, but

Bar shticks are pretty easy to come up with. Basically it involves having a thought and then putting that into a bar. Skee ball, Bulgaria, and country clubs for poor people have all been done and done again. Throwing its hat into the ring is the veritable theme of America’s

Underwearz. Most of yours are probably pretty sad-looking, if you are a lady, because bra and underwear shopping sucks and is super expensive. I understand. Most of the time I prefer to wear what is basically a sports bra, because it goes well with all my racerback shirts and is