Correction: You mean formally the best refuge from hipsters, now that they all read about it your publication. Guess all good things must come to an end.
Comments (0) Best Refuge From Hipsters - 2006
The Expansion
They're everywhere — hipsters! Like zombies in a George Romero flick, they descend upon the city nightly, flaunting their sideways haircuts and emaciated frames, stacking their track bikes atop one another outside hot spots throughout the Mission District, the Haight, and the Castro. So where do you go if you live around there and would like to avoid hearing Bloc Party on the jukebox? The Expansion. It's a dive bar, yes, but it's so middle-of-the-road divey that there's no threat of hipsters embracing it ironically. The lighting is neither too bright nor too dark; it's just ... blah. There's a pool table, but the only people playing on it are drunk older dudes that any self-respecting Clap Your Hands Say Yeah fan simply wouldn't have time to humor. Add a dartboard and pinball machines (hipsters hate parlor games) and a pair of TVs showing sports (ditto for sports, unless we're talking about Sports, the Huey Lewis classic, beloved for its ironic value) and you've got a perfect hipster no-fly zone that still serves bottles of PBR for under three bucks.
