photo from buzzine From the outside this spot has a total biker bar look to it, but once you get in you realize that it is more of a “55 year olds getting drunk and dancing to live blues music” sort of spot.  This fabled watering hole is one of

My coworker just let me in on a little secret: Mee Mee Bakery in North Beach. Actually, truthfully, it’s easy to spot and not a huge secret, but I never go to North Beach so it was news to me. They sell fortune cookies in half pound and one pound

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, if you were too deep into a bender to buy tickets to this Friday’s annual bar crawl, you can look upon the melee as a spectator sport as our own little pied piper and his trail of beer rats do our cannonball run through the hazy streets of San

The Goddess herself! photo from Anne B. on Yelp I’m going to say this in the most plain and honest way I can: I’m pretty sure Candy, the bartender at Bow Bow, is Dionysus disguised as a human being.  It’s the only logical way to explain the way she handles

As you well know, I love 15 Romolo.  The Holy Trinity of Vesuvio, Spec’s, and Tosca will always have my undying affection, but Romolo is one of the few bars under 50 years old that I will go to in North Beach.  In fact, I was just there last week

It’s that time of year kids!  Time for two of the more contentious festivals in the city:  The San Francisco Italian Heritage Parade (aka Columbus Day Parade) and Fleet Week! Military grandstanding and attending celebrations named after an ambitious sailor who initiated mass genocide may not rank high in a

North Beach can be a conflict of interests.  You got all this cool history, the center of the city’s Italian culture, aaaand…douche bags.  Even after you live in the city for years, you still make the occasional excursion over to this venerable hood hoping for the best, and usually getting

I’ve never had a bad night in North Beach. There have been horrible nights in the Mission, the Richmond, SOMA, the Castro, Nob Hill; but never in North Beach. Maybe that’s because you know it’s a night that will end in gluttony and debauchery. Between Tosca and Vesuvio, the two