The Snuggie is an interesting phenomenon, not because of its similarity to the standard stable blanket, nor its druid-inspired aesthetic.  A huge, fleece blanket with sleeves and a hood just makes sense. No, it is interesting because of the fan culture of the product and its decimation of its competitor

Standing alone, a dinner or drinks can be manageable, but combined…well, that’s just stupid.  It’s like fighting two bears.  I can’t do that. Budgets begin to implode.  Enter BYOB restaurants – places where owners are lazy, poor, or philosophically aligned with drinking malt liquor with your dinner. I hardly ever

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

Well, folks, I didn’t make it down to the orgy that was the Topshop opening the other day. As the result of some profoundly poor decision-making last week, I had one of the more brutal hangovers in recent memory all day yesterday.  Needless to say, feeling as I did I

Hump Day sounds disgusting, always has.  “Bumping uglies” sounds gross too.  I know people who hate the word “groin”.  “Crotch” is crisp and tight to me, but friends find it equally unappetizing.  One of Stuart’s friends has a website called The Fart Party.  That leaves a very unpleasant taste in

Sway feels cool because it hasn’t altered the outdated sign of its predecessor McGovern’s, has good music, and an attractive crowd (reminder: low light, dark backdrops and highballs make a lot of things attractive). Hell, attractive people can make anything look cool from old school American Gladiators to modern runway

  The black tarpaulin outside of the The Continental reads “5 Shots of Anything $10: All day/All night (yes, we’re serious)”.   And there really is no catch.  No limiting “happy hour”, no restricted access to only the worst gut rot brewed in an industrial bathtub, no cutting down a

There a thousands of iconic photos of Coney Island from its epic reign through its Post-War deterioration into a dere-lict “my balls” trashy-ass scene, so I applied rigorous standards and ended up with this one. Coincidentally, there are breasts. I hope the tasteful,  impactful photo is titillating enough (excuse the

Mmmmm.  Look at that classy bar…too bad Mug Lounge gave me the green light to guest bartend tonight during their lame-duck happy hour. Last time I was behind the bar an owner vocally disapproved my first three mixed drinks because they lacked the non-alcoholic component. Apparently it isn’t good for