May 30, 2008
Fred lead me to the edge of Hipsterville: Williamsburgh. And this bar was clearly Hipsterville Central. It’s called “the candy store” — but there is no candy to be found anywhere. Like that equally fruity “Grocery Store” place in Manhattan that is really just a bar.
I walked inside and there were hipsters EVERYWHERE. Jeans and ironic white T-shirts and buttons with sayings on them. OMG. How is there not been a task force commissioned to study how to control this scourge? I walked inside where a hipster announced that this was the last reading series of the year and encouraged us to buy the books being read at some hipster selling them in the foyer and our purchases probably went to some hipster cause like saving the dying chalupas in the Amazon rainforest. Or is that a taco bell sandwich?