Titillation from yesteryear, my friends. The days when Sodom by the Bay was known for its everyman’s mud and brew.  Crisp, dry, cool and golden joy juice flowing like a geyser on the slopes of Potrero.  Enchanting neon goblet!  Like that “soft glow of electric sex” Jean Shepard wrote of. Where

  A cookie is a little morsel of happiness.  Nobody eats a cookie and then goes out and commits  a heinous act of violence; twinkies maybe, but not cookies.  There are few things in life that can brighten your day like a good one (unless you’re diabetic of course, in which case it absolutely ruins

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If you’ve been following the site the past few days, you’ve noticed that a lot of great cheap shit is coming up today.  There’s the $2 A’s game, FREE admission to the new Science Museum, and the FREE tacos at Taco Del Mar.     If you’re unemployed or don’t mind playing

  This might be old news to some of you but the chance to win money never gets old:   Heeding the anguished calls and pee-dances of San Francisco homeowners and their construction crews alike, Oakland’s Clorox Corporation has decided to deploy its chlorinated missionaries across the bay and onto

Standing alone, a dinner or drinks can be manageable, but combined…well, that’s just stupid.  It’s like fighting two bears.  I can’t do that. Budgets begin to implode.  Enter BYOB restaurants – places where owners are lazy, poor, or philosophically aligned with drinking malt liquor with your dinner. I hardly ever

I was walking near Union Square the other night, on the way to a friend’s birthday party, when I passed by Macy’s display window.  I noticed that it was once again the time of year for the store’s Flower Show.  While this year’s theme is “A Bohemian Garden”, after looking at

This is what it sounds like when I write about myself in third person:   Broke-Ass Stuart has been called ‘œAn SF Cult Hero’ (SF Bay Guardian), ‘œBest Local Writer’ (SF Weekly) and “The Chief of Cheap” (Time Out New York) but to those familiar with his work, he’s just ‘œthat douchebag