Oh, go away, you lot!
The other day I was in Westgarth*, looking for lunch.
My usual café was closed, so I wandered down a couple of doors to a place that looked vaguely; a) open and b) palatable.
Imagine my horror comrades when I went in and found the place full of hipsters!
Hipsters! Filthy hipsters!
Hipsters everywhere; being ironic, wearing the sort of glasses that only John Faulkner can rock and tweeting about their latest “fixie” bike to their hipster mates.
The food wasn’t bad but you couldn’t get a beer** for love nor money.
I’m not necessarily opposed to hipsters gathering at a particular café (it keeps them from roaming the streets, being all ironic), but I suggest a simple warning at the entrance to alert normal people – something low-key like;
Hipster cafes*** - Nie wieder!
* I know Desci is rolling her eyes and saying “well durrr, a café in Westgarth, what did you expect?”, but in my defence I was hungry and foolish.
** Not even a beer that tastes vaguely of mud from a micro-brewery operated by two blokes from a shed in Brunswick.
*** It also had artificial grass out the back. Fuck that shit.