It’s that time of year. The sun is out, allergies are kicking up, and clothing starts to shed. You can always tell when spring has finally sprung based on necklines getting lower and hemlines getting higher (applies for guys as well with the advent of the deep V-neck). It’s a

You find yourself in Madison Square Park. Look, there’s the Flatiron building! How iconic, right? The park is in bloom, the water fountains are on, and how isn’t it just pastoral. Suddenly you get a strong whiff or beef and impatience, you hear buzzers and a chorus of tapping feet,

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

  Poppy’s is a hidden classic.  It’s the type of old school spot that reminds me of pre-Giuliani New York; it looks as if he forgot to send his gentrification goons to this gritty block.  I get giddy when I find places this hot.  A signed photo of Steve Buscemi

Keg & Lantern was born a poor black child. Just kidding, sorry, I swear I’m not an asshole attempting to make a bad The Jerk joke (yes I am). Anyhow, Keg & Lantern is a totally decent pub/sports-type place that has truly superior pub food AND the best happy hour

Atlantic Ave has always been a pretty lively business strip that changes dramatically with each block, especially in the strip between the BQE and the Atlantic Yards. Walking the small distance brings you from Brooklyn’s unofficial antiques district to Islamic supply store clusters. Naturally, as it is the border of

The other weekend I attended the most drunken brunch I’ve possibly ever been to– or if not the drunkest, the most booze consumed at one brunch. There is one place responsible for this. Namely, Le Comptoir in Williamsburg, which is luckily within stumbling distance from pretty much anywhere in that

Perhaps you’ve noticed the rash of $1.00 pizza joints around town nowadays. It’s really testing the limits of the age old maxim of “there’s no such thing as bad pizza in New York City,” which is true when you consider what the outland territories (read: flyover states) dare to call

New York is, as they say, a melting pot of cultures. I never quite understood that, because I’ve never had a pot I consider prime for melting stuff in. I guess it’d be pretty wide and non-stick? Regardless, sometimes that social fondue can create some delicious things to dip various