Hipster trash will be hipster trash.
Went on a Sunday night because the reviews said this place is chill. The big bearded bartender acted like he could barely look at me, busy adjusting the stereo speakers while I tried to order. "What's that? Sorry dude, I'm like doing 10 things at once." "No worries," I replied, trying to be generous, though kind of wondering why this moron couldn't bother to just take my order before fiddling with the bar top speakers. I ordered a cocktail and a beer. He had to confirm two separate times what each drink was.
I try and open a tab and he looks at me like I'm a pile of rags. "$50 or more, or it's cash," the big dude intones as he tosses my credit card back at me.
Thanks for nothing. The only nice people anywhere in the vicinity of the place were the bouncers.
PS. Playing Drake all night long is lame as hell.