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"More hipsters
than you can shake an ironic mustache at" inhabit this, the crown
jewel of hipster brunching and all that is skinny-jeaned. Luckily
we have local status due to good friends who live across the street;
otherwise they'd throw me, Monsieur Hipster, out on my extremely unhip
leather Cole Haan wallet. We decided to brunch in the homey confines
of the restaurant's worn interior so as to not catch the stares from
the bedraggled kids worn out from a week of carrying around their
guitars and spending dad's paycheck on Dolphin short-shorts at the
local Salvation Army. Luckily 11:30 is a little early for the average
hipster, so we had the place mostly to ourselves. Technically in Green
Point, perhaps the cool quotient isn't quite what it would be if a
hipster tornado picked the place up and placed it 200 yards down the
road in neighboring Williamsburg, but its proximity to the McCarren
Pool and the surrounding park actually makes it a prime destination
for every manner of young Brooklyn family with their requisite Bugaboo
in tow (before they move on to Montclair). It literally looked like
an $800 stroller pile up as the late morning wore on. The space is
comfortable and relatively unadorned, with largish booths and some
more typical worn wood tables and chairs, along with what was an unplugged
pinball machine. My food was pretty run of the mill, but Hipster Jr.
had the chocolate chip pancakes, which were pretty damn awesome. Luckily
the kid eats like a very small bird, so the rest of the table got
to vulture off his plate. It was an overall fun neighborhood experience,
and one that I'm sure we'll repeat in the coming years as we now bring
Hipster Jr. and Hipster Jr. Jr. in the VW to Brooklyn to visit our
friends and show the kids a neighborhood their great grandfather,
a Williamsburg native, wouldn't recognize in a million years. [MF]
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