Stuart Schuffman, aka Broke-Ass Stuart
THE WEEKNIGHTER Taking it all in over cocktails at Driftwood
THE WEEKNIGHTER Hunting big game -- and primo cocktails -- at Bloodhound
THE WEEKNIGHTER: In which Stuart laments creepy dudes, and defends his girlfriend from 'rapey hands.'
THE WEEKNIGHTER/SEX ISSUE In which Stuart succumbs to the lure of cheap buffets and plentiful boobs.
THE WEEKNIGHTER Scarfing seafood fusion and calling bluffs at Chaya.
THE WEEKNIGHTER Papusas save the day (and the hangover) at Balompie Cafe.
THE WEEKNIGHTER Finding magical fulfillment at Magnolia Dogpatch and Smokestack
THE WEEKNIGHTER Contemplating change -- and not-change -- with High Lifes at the Sycamore
THE WEEKNIGHTER: Dave's -- the good ol' melting pot of cheap cocktails
THE WEEKNIGHTER: Beer (and some surprising neighborhood feeling) flows freely at Southern Pacific Brewing.
THE WEEKNIGHTER: Mad Dog is used to having stark, raving lunatics, in colorful garb, wasted there in the middle of the day. Thankfully.
THE WEEKNIGHTER "Forecast for Tonight: Alcohol. Low Standards and Bad Decisions."
THE WEEKNIGHTER: Laughing with strangers -- and trying not to black out -- at Trad'r Sam
THE WEEKNIGHTER: Fanning hometown flames at Fireside Bar
THE WEEKNIGHTER: How many people can you fit in the Black Horse Pub? (We're serious.)
THE WEEKNIGHTER: Roar and whimper, Lion Pub's seen plenty of change
THE WEEKNIGHTER Brave summer souls take to Jones' expansive patio
THE WEEKNIGHTER Through the back door at Bourbon & Branch
THE WEEKNIGHTER Exploring limits at quintessential Castro neighborhood bar Last Call
THE WEEKNIGHTER Indie rock, whimsy and tasty bahn mi at Thee Parkside.
THE WEEKNIGHTER Searching for meaning in the bottom of a pint glass at the Philosopher's Club.
THE WEEKNIGHTER Diving down into cheap drink bliss at Mission Bar