If you’re not paying attention to the calendar having too much summer fun, I’ll be the one to remind you that it’s Friday the 13th. Don’t be scared. All you have to worry about is Jason taking Manhattan again. I doubt that will happen, but if you’re hoping it does

Ever wanted to know exactly how a blind person lives their day-to-day life? Now you can find out by participating in the Dialog In the Dark exhibition at the South Street Seaport. Dialog In The Dark takes you through different New York City environments to experience the city just using

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

I’m afraid of the beach. I know you didn’t ask, and its likely you don’t care – but it matters. And its irrational. My fear of the beach has no experiential basis. Sure, BP might have added to my phobia, but my fear remains source-less. But Best Coast is my cure. When

Before the fireworks get kicked off, and you’ve eaten your umpteenth weenie, there’s plenty of festivities to indulge in. Mostly a lot that involves hotpants and Grace Jones. Since bemoaning the loss of Sunday Best, MeanRed Productions has moved onto greener pastures, making sure your summer doesn’t lack in expertly

I don’t know too many people who hang out in the Financial District unless they work there or like to have their drinking subsidized by horny bankers. But amidst all the dirty money, high-rises, and the tourist-choked South Street Seaport, lies one of the oldest streets in New York, Stone

As you may noticed, I like food, a lot. I like reading about it, writing about it, looking at pretty pictures of it, and of course eating it.  So when I found a FREE monthly magazine that covers all these things, I cried a little into my bowl of chili.

It takes a certain kind of person to voluntarily travel down to the South Street Seaport. It’s largely an historic site by now so most people down there are either school kids on a field trip, luckless NYU sophomores doomed to a year at the Water Street dorms,  professional balloon-animal

Bikers piss me off.  Not all bikers of course, but the smug, self-satisfied bikers that seem to take over the city streets, going against traffic when they feel like it, sneering at drivers and pedestrians alike and wearing their “One Less Car”  T-shirts with an air of pomposity usually reserved