Mixing Culture in the Kitchen: Language can be a dividing factor in a restaurant. In the kitchen Spanish is commonly spoken, while in the front of the house English dominates. In San Francisco, restaurants are employing a special language teacher for their staff, to help bridge the gap.

Next time you’re at the bar take a look around. See that look of quiet, yet clearly shameful resignation on the face of that guy in the corner? You’ve seen him before, haven’t you? You’ve definitely seen that look. Yeah, so what’s the deal? you’re wondering. Did he lose his job? His boyfriend? Did his puppy get eaten

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

Paul Madonna writes and draws the weekly series All Over Coffee, which is published in the San Francisco Chronicle, He is the author of two books, All Over Coffee (City Lights 2007), and Everything is its own reward (City Lights 2011), which won the NCBR Recognition Award for Best Book in 2011.  The man has a gift for

Photo by BAS contributor FBFE. Another bar food-cocktail parlour recently opened up in the Castro a few weeks ago to a less than warm reception.  Before its opening, Bandidos Consulting Chef Jamie Lauren mused, “I hate to call it white people Mexican food but it is.  And I think the Castro

Ay, los tacos. Is there really any more perfect food? Compact, convenient, little envelopes of heaven. And, now, apparently an essential part of a well rounded diet. México, for the taco, the world is forever in your debt. And whereas they are what hamburgers are to Americans across the country

When I ran a red light a couple months ago and my 2000 Mazda 626 was totaled in a freak T-bone accident (that wasn’t freak at all, obviously, because I was the idiot that ran a red light), I thought my life was over.  How would I, a Southern California