We here at BrokeAssStuart.com like to show love to the people who make cities like San Francisco and New York special. This is our chance to hip you to some of the strange, brilliant, and unique folks who populate these towns and give them the character that people from

Do not pay $150 for a NYE meal at a fancy NYC restaurant. I repeat, do not pay the $150. Why? Because you can wait for your parents or richer sister who works in finance to be in town to take you out to a meal that fancy. This is

Step into a world of adventure with the Oakland & East Bay Beer Passport There’s no better way to explore Oakland and the East Bay than to literally drink it in. This passport is amazing! Each one contains 28 coupons to buy one beer, get a second beer FREE at 28 of the

Sometimes I have trouble finding suitable events to write about, mostly because the lines I get from friends all tend to be so horribly pretentious that I would feel better selling you volcano insurance than peddling free invites to some “Night of Hip Modern Literature Wherein Gender Roles are Deconstructed

This Thursday (that’s tomorrow, in case you were wondering), local instigator Mina Karimi curates a very special art experiment at Bushwick’s very own Secret Project Robot. The show, called Dead Dudes Done Right, has both visual and musical artists presenting various idiosyncratic takes on – you guessed it – dead

My recommendation for Wednesday, June 27th: Step 1: Put on those sweat pants or shorts or whatever the hell you want, and get over to the Body Actualized Center at 9 pm. Step 2: Feel slightly awkward and overly concerned with not looking like an idiot for approximately two minutes.

Today is a special day.  Cuatro de Mayo: the day before Cinco de Mayo.   We celebrate Cinco de Mayo because on that day in 1862 the Mexican army (against all odds) reigned victorious over French forces at the Battle of Puebla.  Bit of trivia for you:  Since that battle, no

Today marks the beginning of the long, sad farewell to Spring ’10 Fashion Week.  The white tents slowly collapse, the incessant New York Magazine Fashion Updates finally cease and a dehydrated and caffeine-addled Rachel Zoe flies back to Los Angeles and her hyperbaric chamber in which she will sleep until