Once a week we present Broke-Ass Porn. It’s visually stimulating material for the financially impaired. If this shit doesn’t get you going, you’re not as broke as you thought.

I have a thing for pizza pie, especially pizza pie from Pizza Orgasmica.  I know there’s three locations — one in the Richmond, one in the Financial District and one in the Marina — but the only one I’ve been to is on Clement Street so that’s the one I’m

I’ve got some awesome news! We received a grant from the Civic Joy Fund to put out a literary magazine celebrating SF and acting to counter the stupid “Doom Loop” narrative. It’s a gift to the people of San Francisco. And after months of working on this project it’s now available

Tired of the same old boring mimosas at brunch?  Yeah, me neither.  But don’t $10 bottomless bellinis sound good too?  The key word being “bottomless,” of course.  Get on this deal immediately at the Saturday and Sunday brunch at Uva Enoteca, the Italian resto/wine bar in Lower Haight.  Guaranteed to

This edition of Downgrade Your Trendy Foods is dedicated to the Italian World Cup squad who pulled off an unlikely loss against Slovakia, of all places. Finding good pizza in San Francisco seems like it would be an easy win, given our impressive lineup of Italian restaurants, but just like

People have done a lot of crazy shit in honor of Barack Obama. Some made (NSFW) art , some had sex, and others, for the first time in their lives, took the time to watch the 2008 presidential election on television. But, for the average broke-ass, all of that’s inconsequential.

I love buying things for $1.  There is no change, no counting bills.  At the corner store it doesn’t matter if there is a line or the clerk is on the phone or making a sandwich,  I just make eye-contact, show the bag of chips and throw the bill on

Remember in the 90’s when coffee became a Thing? It was a tumultuous time in the culture: the heyday of Ross and Rachel, of the musical RENT! of Raising Awareness About Everything and flat-ironing the living shit out of your hair. It was also when s going to a “coffeehouse”

I talk about Goat Hill Pizza all the time and I’m always surprised that not more people know about it.  Or maybe they’ve heard of it, but have never been.  Or maybe it’s just that most people I know are normal, not insatiable, raging fat-asses like me.  But gluttony is