OFF MENU IS SPONSORED BY BENDER’S BECAUSE THEY ARE BADASS. DROP BY AND MAKE SOME BAD DECISIONS WITH SOME GOOD PEOPLE! The place where I used to buy freshly made tagliarini with Lucca’s own meat sauce for ‘treat yo self’ style Italian dinners at home, is officially closing.  Lucca’s Ravioli Co is one of

Of all her gowns, San Francisco, looks her most enchanting, perhaps in the early days of autumn. The days of the Indian summer are dry and hot, but cool to nights perfect for t-shirts that we never get during the “real summer” everyone else experiences. The city turns into a

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

If you hadn’t heard the news already, it’s true. The empress dowager of 16th Street may soon be exiled from her palace if enough money isn’t raised to pay off overdue city taxes. In a nutshell, city licensing fees for businesses were recently changed by the Board of Supervisors last

The lynchpin of brunch is, of course, the mimosa. Without it, or it’s more potent sister, the Bloody Mary, the majority of brunches in this town would just be so-so, over-priced hybrid meals. Once you start with the kiddies, however, brunch tends to be one of those activities that was

It almost sickens me how obsessed I am with food.  I almost want to make my friends submit me as a subject for “Intervention,” but I feel like that would be a little selfish.  Anyway, one of my favorite restaurants in San Francisco, which I save for special occasions, is

Like a little Wednesday with your wine?  Me too.  How about some tapas to go along with that buzz?  Check.  Tonight Tapeña Wine has got you covered with San Francisco Tapas Hour, a social meetup event for wine lovers/broke-asses at Picaro restaurant.  From 5:30pm-7:30pm, there will be FREE tapas for the

When I first moved to San Francisco a few years ago, I only cared about two things:  seeing the Golden Gate Bridge and finding a place that served carne asada fries.  Only the first thing happened.  This was a problem because carne asada fries are like crack in that once