Minna Nails is my godsend. Normally, I don’t like to pay other people for my own personal cosmetic maintenance. I cut my own hair, I pluck my own eyebrows, I perform at-home Brazilians… you get the idea. I am an independent woman! However, there is one area of my body

Well, friends, it’s that time of year again. The magical weekend in May when the entire 18-45 population of the Bay Area casts off their inhibitions and most/all of their clothes to run through the city streets with a blatant disregard for open container laws as they make their way

Step into a world of adventure with the San Francisco Beer Passport. There’s no better way to explore San Francisco than to literally drink it in. This passport is amazing! Each one contains 27 coupons to buy one beer, get a second beer FREE at 27 of the finest locally

It’s been awhile since we’ve heard from our friends over at Epicsauce, but tonight marks the return of their Thursday night cheap booze/local music session at Milk Bar in the Haight. After more than a month off, they’re back with live sets from local acts Tempo No Tempo, Fake Drugs,

Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit…probably not.

If you’re a hardcore bike commuter – like the guy who looks like he’s in the middle of a triathlon as he rides down Market Street on his way to a fancy FiDi job – then you probably laugh at things like Bike to Work day, which the San Francisco

Five course meals, especially those featuring locally-sourced and organic ingredients, are not something us broke-asses get to experience very often. They can cost upwards of black-market-kidney prices and usually take place in venues that frown upon our thrift store duds. But not this one! On Sunday, Mark Andrew Gravel of

Remember Domonique Echeverria?  She’s a former Broke-Ass of the Week and a self described, “Liza Minelli loving, gypsy glam rocker tranny trapped inside of a real woman’s body”.  Ah ha!…now you remember!  It’s pretty safe to say that anyone who identifies as such can be counted on to curate a

I can’t help but think about my grandfather when I hear the name Farmer Brown.  Though he’s been retired for a long time, he was a dairy farmer in the El Paso, TX area for decades.  Since his name is Bob Brown, he was of course, Farmer Brown. But anyways,