Living in this city, we’re constantly being bombarded with sights and sounds both pleasant and grating. We’re essentially being entertained 24/7. No wonder our attention span is in such a sad state of affairs. Subway performers are a daily distraction most of us take for granted, just another one of

January seems to summon everyone’s inner idiot in the the most glorious fashions. From drinking heavily at midnight on 1/1 to the Polar Bear club, everyone is stir crazy and willing to act on frivolous impulse. How else does one explain the yearly tradition of Improv Everywhere’s No Pants Subway

I’ve got some awesome news! We received a grant from the Civic Joy Fund to put out a literary magazine celebrating SF and acting to counter the stupid “Doom Loop” narrative. It’s a gift to the people of San Francisco. And after months of working on this project it’s now available

I usually turn on my blinders when I get onto the subway. I love people watching, but I don’t have the energy to pay attention to every person who does something weird on the train. Also, most people are the train are just trying to get from point a to

My name is Ricardo. I am a door hoverer. You may recognize me from essentially every train you have ever been on. It usually looks like this: Train doors open, people flow out, you move to step in – but you can’t. There is somebody in your way. You squeeze

Being cash-strapped by nature, most of Broke-Asses know a thing or two about working in the service industry. We’ve previously doled out advice on how to behave at a restaurant, and generally how to not be an asshole to those who are serving you. My personal experience with being a

There are few New York institutions that are more well known and frequently used than the subway. The best thing about the subway is that it will always get you home, no matter what time it is or how drunk you are. But a lot of people seem to forget

Okay. So maybe I’m one of the last fat-asses in the city to try the Torta Cubana from That’s It Market, a commmmmbination liquor store and deli serving tortas, tacos, tostadas and, inexplicably, falafels, but I don’t care. Because I will tell you the truth about this mystical Torta Cubana:

Between rush hour, service delays, and inexplicable line changes, riding the subway can be quite the calamitous adventure all on its own without the krazy kast of kharacters that you may be lucky enough to have ride in your subway car.  Dante’s Inferno-style, I’ve divided the circles of horror into