Twenty years from now, when your kids are old enough to know better but young enough to not give a fuck, they’ll be searching for places like Bender’s. Places where the religion is loud rock and roll, the sacrament is stiff drinks, and the scripture is graffiti tagged on a bathroom stall.

OFF MENU IS SPONSORED BY BENDER’S BECAUSE THEY ARE BADASS. DROP BY AND MAKE SOME BAD DECISIONS WITH SOME GOOD PEOPLE!   This originally appeared in my Weeknighter column for 7×7 I used to joke that Aunt Charlie’s Lounge was where old drag queens went to die. To be fair, I didn’t know much about

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 originally appeared in my Weeknighter column for 7×7. The evening started at the Hapa Ramen pop-up on Lower Haight. My plan was to get my grub on and then eventually make my way to The Showdown for some booty shaking. But as so often happens in this fine city of ours, you set

Somewhere there’s a photo of me and my ex-girlfriend in which she’s sitting on my lap and we’re very obviously in love. We’d just started dating, probably hadn’t even slept together, and you can tell just by the way we’re wrapped around one another that the brain chemicals which make you fall in love are absolutely fucking exploding in our heads.

OFF MENU IS SPONSORED BY BENDER’S BECAUSE THEY ARE BADASS. DROP BY AND MAKE SOME BAD DECISIONS WITH SOME GOOD PEOPLE! This originally appeared in my Weeknighter column for 7×7 The first time I went to Columbus Café was with a con artist named Nelson. Well, at least that’s what he said his name was.

Sometimes I wish I could become unstuck in time, you know in a Vonnegutian sense, and pop back into my own body at different times of my life. I’d love to once again see and feel who I was when I first visited the Gold Cane.

This originally appeared in my Weeknighter column for 7×7.  I still mourn the loss of the old Gold Dust Lounge. Every time I walk by the building I flip it off, knowing that an amazing piece of SF history was sacked so that Express could put in an escalator or dressing room or

This originally appeared in my Weeknighter column for 7×7.  When you’ve lived in San Francisco long enough, your personal history becomes a residue on every block you pass. Over there is the restaurant you worked in when you first moved to The City. Around the corner is the bar you spent too