...conveniently located minutes south of downtown

A few days later we decided to go out in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. I know I'm supposed to hate Williamsburg and say things like 'Dude, why is everybody in Williamsburg such a hipster douchebag?', but the thing is, they're just not. After seeing the absolute epitome of hipster douchebaggery at Happy Endings in Manhattan (picture an early nineties bike messenger with pegged jeans and tiny-brimmed cap making out with a girl in a gingham babydoll tank dress and a tail, desperately trying to be photographed for some awful hipster party website) the kids in Williamsburg seemed, well, normal. I mean of course they were hipsters, but the kind of hipster I'm comfortable with, the kind of hipster I've grown to love after living in Tucson for four years. After hitting Capone's for free pizza, we walked over to Union Pool. Over the bar sits this 'Worst President Ever' billboard, complete with a flashing yellow neon arrow.