food is the new fixie

 

food is the new fixie

Hipsters who eat?  A quick Google search gives you answers such as… “do hipsters eat? Ever?”  Or  “cheap cocktails, what hipsters really eat”. Traditionally, the word “hipster” has been eschewed by all who could conceivably be labeled as such. In the era of skinny jeans and manorexia, food (with the exception of PBR and the occasional drunken burrito) has also been a no-no for the city’s cooler-than-thou cohort. However, in the gastro-cultural foodie tornado that is San Francisco, there was bound to be some overlap, like how the old newspapers inevitably get mixed in with the collected tin cans in a homeless man’s shopping cart. Plus, acknowledging hipsterdom is totally meta. Self-awareness is the new plaid.
As the many blogs documenting “the scene” can attest to (example a and b and c), hipster culture is as diverse as say, Sweden.  Sub-classes of hipsters include assless fixie aficionados, SLR-toting compulsive life documenters, and pseudo-intellectuals fond of misquoting Derrida. To this vibrant mixture we would like to add ourselves: hipsters who eat. Cigarettes give you pimples and icky teeth, and the NYT says that pot bellies are in, anyways (or work it off in the hipster Olympics).