Next trip: The Crispy Duck Sandwich It would take a dog’s life span to experience everything that Clement Street in the Inner Richmond has to offer, culinary and otherwise.  That’s why being in the restaurant business and/or having friends in said business helps immeasurably.  Recently, a work friend recommended Café

Last Monday I walked from my temporary crash pad near Prospect Park to The Way Station in Prospect Heights (683 Washington Ave between Prospect and St. Marks to be exact). It was one of those really beautiful fall New York days I had been hearing so much about. The kind

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

Unemployment is hard. Job hunting is a job in itself without the pay and the benefits. However like having a regular job it takes entirely too much of your time and you kind of hate your boss sometimes. Currently, I am looking for work and I spend a majority of

The Hypocrites are guaranteed to make you laugh hysterically. However, as comedy is entirely subjective, that guarantee is entirely worthless. –John Oliver Do you recognize those two gentlemen? If you don’t, I’d like to introduce you to Elliot Kalan and Brock Mahan. Alone they are two individuals with a few

It was a late Friday on the eve of the Folsom Street Fair, and I was sitting at the Hole In the Wall sandwiched between the well and two guys aggressively licking each other’s armpits.  My roommate had flaked on me per usual, so I decided to throw in the

Alright Broke-Ass Bookworm Brooklynites* you’ve been waiting all year for it, the Brooklyn Book Festival. And if you haven’t been yet, what took you so long? It’s an all day completely FREE celebration of all things literary. Noted authors come from all over to participate in talks and readings. Among

The belly of the beast One of my favorite happy hours for sushi is brought to you by Sushi Time, secreted down in an anonymous little nook of The Castro.  It’s like a little wad of cud some forlorn cow forgot in the back of its mouth. If that’s not

“Why yes,” you say, “A free meditation class in Greenpoint is exactly what I was looking for.” If it wasn’t… get to it post-haste. It just might change your life. Maybe you’ve been thrown off going to meditation because the idea of sitting through all the dopey pageantry sounds like