If you dont like Broke-Ass Stuart and his guidebook, you and your Frommers can go fuck yourselves at the Ferry Building. Thats the impression we get when paging through Broke-Ass Stuarts Guide to Living Cheaply in San Francisco. It seems like he wrote the book in four days. He doesnt bother with phrases like mouth-watering sandwiches, he doesnt include symbols like $$ or adorable little forks, he takes a stab at hours and prices only when it suits him often it doesnt. He loves talking about crackheads. Hes just as excited about Whiz Burger on South Van Ness as we are. He leaves plenty out hes just one broke-ass man, after all. And he writes about himself, constantly, especially about the crazy idea he had to just go ahead and write a guidebook spilling all the insider shit he knows or learned when bolting around to bars and restaurants, scribbling his woefully meager notes, some of which he photocopied and included in the book (LSD, he wrote in big block letters on his Haight page). We love everything about Broke-Ass, including his guide. It belongs in your bathroom. Dont give it to your parents.
Fri., Aug. 1, 7 p.m., 2008