The Bilboquet ice cream and hot coffee drinks were excellent and we pretended we were hip by hanging out in the post-industrial space that features bathroom doors you can't figure out how to open and a football-field long (so it seems) laptop bar with only four outlets (two at either end). I wasn't any cooler for having hung out there for a while, but I sure felt like I could pretend to be cooler. OTOH my baby hipster 11 year old hanging out in his fedora sneering at his younger brother while nibbling on mango ice cream fit the place perfectly. Excellent vibe and grub. Also one of the better cafe au laits, in the French style, we've enjoyed in a long time, and very nice staff.