I get that it’s probably a joke. But I would absolutely go out of my way to get small bills to buy basic grilled sandwiches from this person complete with, what I assume, is barely hospitable service.
I feel like that’s kind of a hipster thing? I don’t care for the label, but I can’t argue it sometimes fits.
This is post-hipster. Hipster would have cheese made from the milk of a specific goat you only find in one specific mountain in Peru, the bread would be sourdough baked right there in the truck and there’s a choice of 23 different toppings.
Hipster would also tell everyone his biography and emphasize how much meeting that goat and the shepards on that specific mountain in Peru has changed his entire life.
I get that it’s probably a joke. But I would absolutely go out of my way to get small bills to buy basic grilled sandwiches from this person complete with, what I assume, is barely hospitable service.
I feel like that’s kind of a hipster thing? I don’t care for the label, but I can’t argue it sometimes fits.
This is post-hipster. Hipster would have cheese made from the milk of a specific goat you only find in one specific mountain in Peru, the bread would be sourdough baked right there in the truck and there’s a choice of 23 different toppings.
This is the reaction to that.
I can’t argue with that!
I enjoyed the all too accurate description.
Hipster would also tell everyone his biography and emphasize how much meeting that goat and the shepards on that specific mountain in Peru has changed his entire life.
So what you’re saying is, it’s double hipster