Do you like $1 beers? How about FREE PB&J sandwiches? Are you the sort of person who enjoys Soul music? I bet you do! But here’s the real question: have you ever played with a four foot tall game of Connect Four? Well Wednesday is your chance! Come out to

Looking for something to do this weekend involving FREE booze, cool art, furniture and the Mission, but don’t want to stoop to showing up at the front door of your ex-boyfriend or girlfriend and risking an outbreak of those pesky genital warts?  I’ve got you covered. Tonight at 5pm, Dusty

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

Do you like $1 beers? How about Soul music? I bet you do. But have you ever played with a four foot tall game of Connect Four? Well Wednesday is your chance! Come out to Doc’s Clock on Wednesday night for all the shit I mentioned above plus some prizes

Regretful decisions I have made at Welcome to the Johnsons: there are so many! Talking to a guy in a bandana, using the bathroom, ordering a seventh vodka-soda-orange juice’ the list goes on. But I will love Welcome to the Johnsons forever for its chill atmosphere and super cheap drinks.

There’s a lot of reasons to like the Homestead. To begin with it looks like a genuine Victorian saloon replete with velvety wallpaper and an embossed tin ceiling.  While it’s had many different names and incarnations, it’s been a bar continuously since 1902…I think.  In addition to being a cool looking

Every year, I worry my Midwestern parents by telling them I am spending the entire weekend in the dank basement of a Gristedes in Chelsea, drinking cheap beer until I either run out of money or I fall asleep. I try to explain that it’s all to see stars and

I’m always looking for different things to do on weeknights other than, say, go straight home after work, have a glass of wine (or a bottle, depending on how much of a penis wrinkle my boss was being that day), order Big Lantern and fall asleep to reruns of The

There are a few reasons a person might drink six cans of shit beer in one sitting. Getting fired. Getting dumped. The United States losing to Ghana. Weekday afternoons. You know, truly heartbreaking shit. Luckily, like most necessities in this city, there is a bar for that. Floyd, which sits