Of all the things I miss the most about living in SF, I miss The Mission in 2006 the most. Back in 2006, The Mission looked much different than it does today. I look back on the mid-2000s with fondness… favorite thrift stores, hole-in-the-wall spots to eat, and the best

The holidays are a time when we get to give a gift to those who mean the most to us. The holidays are also a time when we collectively pile up the most garbage and spend the most money. While buying things online is often convenient and sometimes seemingly cheaper,

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

These are my resort-themed Mom capris: They’re covered in colorful hibiscus-print, and have the names of exotic locales like “Martinique” and “St. Lucia” stamped all over them, in a font that can only can be described as “Tiki-esque.”  They’re high-waisted and saggy-legged and cut at the most unflattering part of

Ok – let’s face it, who really enjoys the shit show people go through on Black Friday? I for one, absolutely hate it. Maybe that makes me a wannabe broke-ass since I am not willing to put myself through hell to save a few bucks, but I don’t care. First

  Just when you’d decided never to leave the apartment without utter life-or-death necessity again this summer (the city’s a freak show! It’s hot as balls! The line in Duane Reade is anxiety attack-inducingly long and the whole damn town is crawling with tourists who stop at random in the

Welcome to the mid twentieth century in beautiful Alameda! If you were swept out to sea, on what kind of island would you hope to seek refuge? A mysterious, tropical island filled with your hot travelmates, like in Lost? Gilligan’s Island? This crazy-ass cluster of islands for rich people? Well,

I have a special place in my heart for the Goodwill (and other everyday thrift stores). We go way back, starting in high school when I would wander through the Jersey malls, bewilderedly thinking Really? This is how I’m supposed to dress? And I’d say I have probably purchased 98%

Moving sucks. Moving to a better apartment is always great, but the process is usually a huge pain in the ass. Pretty much the only other good thing about it is that you usually end up finding a bunch of shit you forgot you even had. Sometimes this works out