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

I. Love. Street food. Even in a place like San Francisco with it’s sometimes depressing non-summers, street food brings on that happy-go-lucky “I just sat in a park and did nothing but lay in the sun for eight hours” kind of feeling. I don’t want to jinx it, but the

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

Breaking news: There is a new Indian street food taco truck making its way through FiDi. It’s been around these parts for only a couple of weeks and has already made a big impression on me and just about every single person in my 400 person office. They’re called Curry

So you like street food with your dirty house music?  Lucky for you every fourth Thursday of the month, The Lookout hosts Dirty Dishes, a night devoted to “hot beats, tasty eats and cool peeps.”  While I definitely appreciate some good “indie electro/future bass” DJ action once in a while, and

Wondering what to do for fun this week?  Feeling a little dead inside?  Wake yourself up with an event for each of the 5 senses.  This week’s events all FREE! SEE: Little Skillet and Soul Cocina’s Outisde In Party.  Live painting and art, 21 San Francisco food carts, 7 of

I was walking with a friend in Duboce Park the other day when we stumbled upon a bunch of food carts.  Although the delicious fumes wafting from ‘œWholesome Bakery’ and  ‘œThat Guy’s Fries’ were trumped a minute later when my friend stepped in dog shit (the perils of Duboce Park),

The lovable and affable Murat, The Mission’s own Amuse Bouche guy, was picked up yesterday by Homeland Security and is possibly going to be deported today!!  I just received this email from his wife Pelin, who is an American citizen: Yesterday morning Murat was picked up from our house and

North Beach can be a conflict of interests.  You got all this cool history, the center of the city’s Italian culture, aaaand…douche bags.  Even after you live in the city for years, you still make the occasional excursion over to this venerable hood hoping for the best, and usually getting