we go to enids in greenpoint for popular hipster brunch. but does that not make me a hipster if i think i’m hipster? they have really good brunch and bloody marys. afterwards, rusty and i go to the local mobster bar where there are guys with their shirts off wearing chains and big rings. the walls are covered in photos of boxers and frank sinatra. when rusty and i walked in, the music literally stopped and the jukebox started playing enya. it felt like twin peaks. they probably never seen anyone like me in their bar …a chinese hipster or more likely they thought a hippy.