So here we are.  The time of the year we all love to hate.  When Grandma’s strange recipe for fruit-cocktail-Jello-salad is unearthed, and the clan of second-cousins-once-removed emerge from the wood works.  When a dinner is considered successful if little Genie makes it through the meal without spilling a glass

photo by classiquepromotions.co.uk Phew. It’s over! The stressful parts of the holidays are in the past and now we have New Year’s Eve to look forward to. Wild, crazy, slightly overrated New Year’s, when we can drown the year’s sorrows in unhealthy levels of alcohol. But until then, it’s important

Merry Christmas, or whatever you celebrate, brokeass readers! I spend every Christmas making one of my semi-annual pilgrimages back to my home country. That being Portland, Oregon. It’s always a bit of a shock coming back west after being in New York for six months. The big differences don’t freak

While Stuart pointed everybody to the alternative-to-Christmas activities going on in San Francisco last night, New Yorkers have their own alternative to Christmas happening today. The long held tradition of non-Christmas celebrators ordering Chinese food and going to the movies is a great one, and the venerable 92nd Street YTribeca

Look, we know you’re broke. We’re all broke but you just look silly sitting there with your Kirkland Brand Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwiches. Sure, it’s a comfort food, but you know what? The “PB&J as comfort food” thing is basically like replacing all the posters in your apartment with

While some Mexican food restaurants have fancy and romantic names like El Farrolito or Taqueria Cancun, the people at El Super Burrito said, ‘œFuck that! Let’s have our name tell people exactly what we do; we make big motherfucking burritos. That’s what we do!’ It’d be like a clothing store

Are you stuck in SF over Christmas and looking for some last minute ways to ease your conscience after all those hangovers in 2009? Maybe you just need an excuse to get out of the house and away from the family for a few hours without sounding like a jerk?