It was a typical Monday morning.  My two-year-old son and I were on our way to the Safeway about a mile from our home with our BOB stroller.  Thirty minutes and ninety dollars later we headed home with a gallon of milk, and three bags full of groceries.  As I

I usually turn on my blinders when I get onto the subway. I love people watching, but I don’t have the energy to pay attention to every person who does something weird on the train. Also, most people are the train are just trying to get from point a to

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

Several weeks ago, I decided I wanted to venture to a brunch place that provided more options for my dirty hippie of a stomach (i.e. they serve tofu scrambles). So my BF and I naively wandered down to Fifth Avenue in Park Slope on a Saturday at 2pm. We opened