Heeb

Hipsters do not enjoy wasting money on frivolous things such as sustenance—a.k.a. food. When caught at the crossroads between the taco place (i.e. the place where dinner can be procured) and the bodega (i.e. the place where 40s and Parliaments come from), the bodega will almost inevitably triumph. After spending several long hours listening to records and reading novels such as Bukowski’s The Post Office, the urge to drink one’s face off and forget that the world exists usually wins out over any lingering hunger pangs. Besides, there’s always a generous supply of dumpster bagels available for the taking—provided that they’re rat poison-free.