At last year’s ABBS (Annual Big Book Sale, put on by the San Francisco Public Library), I was able snag a copy of Henry Miller’s “Tropic of Cancer,” whose scarlet cover and infamously graphic sex scenes both warranted me countless raised eyebrows on the bus. It’s a great book. But

The “Broke as Hell” Book Tour is coming to an East Coast city near you! Broke-Ass Stuart (host of IFC’s “Young, Broke & Beautiful”) is bringing you something special; it’ll be one half book reading/signing and one half dance party. Therefore it’ll be good for both your brain and your

I was first introduced to the Horseshoe Tavern when I was taking an improv class nearby in Fort Mason.  Let me say nothing better prepares you to play “acting” games with middle-aged pharmaceutical sales people than a few pints.  In an effort to catch our hometown baseball Giants before class a

Has it really already been a year? I remember last year I went to the opening block-party of SF Public Works– which happened to fall on a Sunday, the day before I started my first day of work at my current job. Let’s just say that my co-workers were probably

  Hey there fellow Brokesters! Come hangwith me before I embark on my East Coast book tour! I’ll be reading my piece “Living in San Francisco Means…” for the first time in public! Plus excerpts from my new book Young, Broke & Beautiful: Broke-Ass Stuart’s Guide to Living Cheaply. All

Namaste! Curry Without Worry is without a doubt one of the greatest not for profits to which San Francisco is home. Their mission is simple – feed hungry people, for FREE. I can’t think of a principle more in line with broke ass philosophy. This (and every) Tuesday, September 20

What is bachata? Great question, my friends! We’ll talk about what I learned later. But first I must tell you that you can see for yourself Tuesdays at Bissap Baobab Village, where $8 will get you a class and the dance party after. If you decide to skip the class

I take a certain degree of pleasure in whipping out my ATM card. Shiny and gray as a sleek piece of steel, it reads “San Francisco Fire Credit Union” across the front, a fact that occasionally gets me a double take. I look nothing like a fireman. I look nothing