Ever since our office moved from the East Village to Midtown, I find myself forced to defend my decision NOT to try the latest oooh-we-chop-up-salads-therefore-we-feel-justified-charging-almost-$10-for-it spot for lunch. “You cannot buy this yourself cheaper at a store- crispy chicken, cheddar and blue cheese, spinach, avocado, bacon and anything else you

Heart-to-heart time: One of the hardest money-related problems I seem to have is feeding myself on a consistent basis. An occasional FREE meal I can win and FREE fruits and veggies is an exciting development, but eating every day is hard to figure out. The easiest and most delicious solution

Are you at least moderately intelligent? Since you’re reading Broke-Ass Stuart, I’m gonna go with yes! Gird your gray matter into an even larger pulsing muscle with Monday night trivia at Liberties in the Mission. Every Monday at 8pm, you can come battle me and my team of brainiacs for

It’s summer in the city, and you know what that means — bone-chilling weather and the return of the Lower Haight Art Walk!  Once again, your favorite bars and businesses along Haight St. (between Scott & Webster, if you want to get real technical) will welcome you with activities, discounts,

When I first went to Paris I was sixteen and in the company of a slew of other privileged, Americans of comparable age and intellect sent there for a “summer study abroad” program by our parents. There are a million things to say about that but what I will say

If you haven’t been to any of the neighborhood Farmer’s Markets in the city yet, then you’ve been missing out on some deals on fresh, local produce. My only beef with my local market at Divisadero and Grove is that I end up spending too much money because I can’t

When Tina Fey told Esquire, “I really believe, when [I first tried a Peter Pan doughnut], if I had a penis, I would put it in this doughnut. I finally understand what motivates you guys and what you’re thinking about,” that Tina and I were even more alike than just

Every weekend in this fair city, hundreds if not thousands of people get their drunk pizza fix before heading home. I’d say the witching hour is somewhere between 1 and 3 am, but guaranteed you’ll see every local slice spot filled to the brim with dipsomaniacs ordering toppings and flavor