So remember how I was working at Dear Mom every Wednesday for awhile? It was super awesome and I loved seeing all your shining faces there, but I’ve changed things up a little bit. I’m now at Dear Mom on Saturdays and at Evelyn Lee on Thursdays. And let me

Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit…probably not.

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

This is a special time of the year in San Francisco. Not only are the Giants absolutely mopping up in the World Series, but Halloween is almost upon us, and Dia de Los Muertos is right on it’s tail. This year Espolón Tequila has asked me to be the San Francisco brand

This comes from former contributor Paulette Greenhouse: Lorenzo Jimenez was an amazing brother, son, and friend taken from us too soon. Family and friends remember him most for his beautiful smile, which was often followed up by his contagious laugh. He influenced me more than I ever realized, teaching me

Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit — probably not. Wanna be a Broke-Ass of the Week? Holler at us here and we’ll send you the questionnaire. San Francisco’s fog

Part of living in San Francisco means having a love/hate relationship with Muni. On the plus side is the fact that it’s an affordable mass transit system that allows many of us to live a car free life. On the minus side is that it never quite works like it’s

  Cheap, delicious tacos are found at the far right window at  Haltun The Mission District has many subsections, a few of which are less well trodden by that elusive and hard-to-define group whose omnipresence has helped to define it in contemporary minds, i.e., Hipsters.  That nauseating word, like Alternative, Organic, Indie,

I remember living on Valencia St. when KFC was still on the block, junkies constantly shouted above the bell of the nearby church and Lost Weekend had half-off Wednesday and VHS tapes. Then, the gallery attendants below me started to leave traces of hispterdom: cans of PBR. They were everywhere.