There are goddamn sandwiches everywhere in NYC.  Each bodega has their own interpretation of what a sandwich is.  My bodega seems to think a sandwich is slimy meat with shredded lettuce that dissolves into rusty water, and I’m pretty sure the bodega across the street uses the deli cabinet to hide drugs.

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.

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

Snowmageddon, Snowpocalypse, whatever you wanna call it, it has ravaged the East Coast like a wayward buccaneer in a tawdry romance novel.  I’m sure all you West Coasters are sipping on margaritas and kicking off your flip-flops and thinking good luck with “that.” While the rest of us seek refuge

I’ll be the first to admit it: the super-cheap, bottom-shelf ramen noodles are pretty much the most broke food at your local grocery store. At least at my usual place I can still get the noodle + MSG packet for the low price of $0.10 or 10 for $1. But