Had brunch at the cafe pictured here today, sunshine, crisp clean air, my wife and an old friend from Sydney...
... then spent HOURS looking for a bar, eventually ending up in the garden of Williamsburg's least cool spot - a place so unhip that I'm expecting the BillyBurg police to arrive and revoke my provisional hipster license at any moment.
Luckily Chemo Chic is a very B'Burg look so I might just blag my way to an extension - unless they call during America's Funniest Home Videos (the epitome of Suburban sensibility and one of my personal favorites) in which case I'll be forced to eat meat outside of a vegan restaurant and stoned to death with mouldy tofu.
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