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Mr. Hipster is an angry young man who
is easily upset by stupid people, bad service and dudes in braided
belts.
Mr. Hipster spent four years in college
deciding between the meximelt and the whopper. sometimes he would
opt for both.
Mr. Hipster will eat anything that is
free. he will eat anything he can pronounce, and even some things
he cannot. he doesn't particularly like boiled fruit, cabbage or anything
that is pickled or has the word loaf in it.
Mr. Hipster likes beer, jack daniels
and ginger ale and Ketel One and soda. while in ireland he grew to
appreciate the pleasures of guinness, but he usually sticks to the
lighter stuff. during the warmer months, he will imbibe the occasional
gin and tonic. he drinks red wine around friends, but would never
order a glass at a pub.
Mr. Hipster feels tobacco impairs one's
taste buds and makes one's clothes smell like a cheap motel. Mr. Hipster is from a land far away where the government has made it illegal
to smoke just about everywhere, so he is used to a smoke-free environment.
this, however, does not stop him from standing with dozens of fire
breathing hooligans in poorly ventilated rooms every weekend.
Mr. Hipster doesn't want to brag, but
he knows a thing or two about velvet ropes. as a teenager, Mr. Hipster worked at a movie theater and often had to put up the velvet
rope to keep families from storming the theater to see double impact
and ferngully. so, no.
Mr. Hipster is not a label whore. he
will occasionally don a pair of gap carpenter jeans and a banana republic
v-neck, but he leaves his sassoon and sergio valentes for special
occasions.
Mr. Hipster is ageless. if there is
a beer to be drunk, a fajita to be stuffed, or a party to be attended,
Mr. Hipster is there. he no longer goes to bad UES bars to drink
25-cent beers on thursdays at 5 p.m., does keg stands, or drinks red
shots anymore, though. Mr. Hipster needs his rest.
not even close. Mr. Hipster only decided
to share his wisdom with the world a couple years ago. there are about
four years worth of restaurants and bars that you missed out on. even
at the beginning, Mr. Hipster didn't think places like taco today
deserved to be in his survey, so he skipped them. today everyone has
an equal chance to make the list--even mr. wang's wonderful taco
today.
you don't have to. Mr. Hipster doesn't
care. but, Mr. Hipster considers himself the ultimate new york
hipster, despite the fact he lived on the UES for seven years and
doesn't own anything made by prada.
green. like cash.
Mr. Hipster would be the evergreen--perennially
cool, smelling fresh, and always in bloom.
Mr. Hipster was once denied entry to
the dapper dog. the bouncer felt that the picture on the then 22 year-old
palate king's driver's license didn't look enough like Mr. Hipster. several teenagers laughed at him from inside the bar as he was
forced to go next door to the greek diner to try to wrangle a beer.
Mr. Hipster got his revenge two years later when the dapper dog
went bankrupt.
as far as Mr. Hipster can tell, he gets
about four hits a month. his mom likes to check up on him just to
make sure he isn't using any dirty words in his reviews.
no, johnny's wasn't really that good, but
it's one of the few places in town where Mr. Hipster could say,
"Just give me the usual" and the waiter, Emanuel, knew exactly what
to bring. Mr. Hipster likes personalized service (and high fat/cholesterol
meals).
Mr. Hipster really despises disco and
anything disco that cleverly disguises itself as something else. that
said, here is a very short list of songs that make Mr. Hipster's
ears bleed:
"it's raining men"
"i saw the sign"
"gypsy woman (she's homeless)"
"dancing queen"
"c'mon n' ride it (the train)"
"i'm gonna be (500 miles)" |
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