Golden Boy Pizza has been feeding working people, drunk people, and working drunk people since 1978. It’s also hands down one of the best slices in San Francisco.

Through sprawls of twisting novels, jolting poetry, and a touch of drugs, a clique of artists belonging to the late ‘50s crafted the Beat legacy. At the peak of their activity, general America viewed them as destructive, wicked, and super gay. Naturally, bookstores and classrooms now showcase their work around

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

50 years ago on this very date, famed exotic dancer Carol Doda was found not guilty on charges of indecency and lewd conduct for the act of dancing topless at the Condor Club in North Beach. On May 7, 1965, a jury of 8 men and 4 women submitted their

In The City That Was, Bohemian Archivist P Segal tells a weekly story of what you all missed: the days when artists, writers, musicians, and unemployed visionaries were playing hard in the city’s streets and paying the rent working part time. Tourist brochures tell visitors that North beach is the Italian district of

Jeremy in front of his art.  Photo courtesy of writer/photographer Illyana Maisonet Jeremy Fish is an internationally known artist, North Beach resident, and may be appearing in Tim Burton’s next film ‘Big Eyes’ starring Amy Adams. We met at Café Trieste in North Beach, where a constant flow of neighbors, friends, and eccentrics stop

In The City That Was, Bohemian Archivist P Segal tells a weekly story of what you all missed: the days when artists, writers, musicians, and unemployed visionaries were playing hard in the city’s streets and paying the rent working part time. The Savoy. If you’ve ever wandered up Grant Avenue in North Beach,

This sounds so fucking cool and like something SF really needs right now. With everything great about SF being so thoroughly washed and beaten into something palatable for rich fucks, we need more free festivals for artists and by artists. I’ve got a BBQ at my house that day but

Ten years ago, when I was just a slightly younger bartender, I was working at Kimo’s up in the Polk and had just recently been hired on as a floater at El Rio, when I was invited to a citywide gay bar mixer held at some guys’ house in the