Birthday parties, so I’m told, come only once a year.  I took his/her advice and helped a co-worker celebrate his natal anniversary, and he had the good sense and connections to take us all to a spot in Oakland with a promising sobriquet.  People call it “The Porno Bar” because

Sex and drugs, and the looming threat of eternal damnation—all set to music—pretty much sums up “Bare,” the rock musical that explores the complicated issues of identity, peer pressure, and hormonal teen angst. The story revolves around Catholic boarding school classmates Jason (Jason Hite) and Peter (Taylor Trensch), who fall

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

True, most everyone deserves a chance. But, that chance was given the second you showed up at your first date. Here are 18 signs that you should run far, far away:

Before the holiday season I had the privilege of escorting one of my favorite artists to the Slipper Room. It had been ages since I had A) seen burlesque and B) seen good burlesque. My friend had not been since they remodeled their location (167 Orchard Street) to now include

Most Greenpoint inhabitants might have no idea where Gem Street is. Small wonder given that it’s the shortest street in the Greenpoint/Williamsburg area. Still, even if you don’t know its precise location, you can always follow your proboscis. The tell-tale fishy odor should lead you right to the front loading

One’s experience with the Punderdome can be likened to an initial viewing of the movie Inception, in that you’re never really sure what exactly it is that you’re watching. Are you certain that you’re in a time-warped dream within a dream within a dream? Or are you just a pseudo-intellectual

Do you listen to East Village Radio? Me neither, but we both should. Because every Monday night Justin Cox and Kenan Juska drop the deepest jams you’ve ever heard. They also enjoy wolf howls. And that’s something we can all get into. They call their journey into the mysterious corners

                      Whichever way you say it, either with an outlandish French accent or with an exaggerated southern drawl, the phrase “Rickybobby” will heretofore be music to my ears, being now associated with great comfort food. It’s rare that I get