Big Gay Ice Cream
"I'm so glad you're moving out of this neighborhood," Vodka confesses to Ginger as we make our way through the East Village away from Casa Adela. "Hipsters everywhere." In truth, we are rendered incapable of either describing those we have branded "hipsters," or of articulating exactly why we dislike them, but our contempt stands.
|Note: Those Who Hate Hipsters Are Generally Not "Hip." "Nerds" If You Will|
|That, Or She Has a Long-Hidden Phobia of Unicorn Decor|
|Patience Is Not Our Friend|
|Genius Serving Technique|
|What Would You Do for a Klondike - er - Big Gay Bar?|
|Please Note That Ginger Tarnished ALL of Our Pictures with Her Faulty Spoon Action|
"Hence the name," Ginger finally manages to sputter. "SALTY Pimp."
|This Coming from the Girl Who Spilled Ice Cream on Her Shirt...|
|...AND Her Pants|
|Congratulations, Big Gay Ice Cream, On Shutting Down Each of Our Go-To Complaints|
|Though Who Are We to Turn Down a Salty Pimp Before Noon?|
"Not to be funny," she whisper-yells to Vodka. "But who needs to take a CLASS to learn how to make a CUPCAKE?! It's a CUPCAKE."
As Vodka mocks Ginger's rampant hostility towards cupcake classes ("As if you're such a WIZARD in the kitchen"), Ginger reasons that we might indeed share more qualities with our mortal enemies than we care to admit.
"I guess we do have one thing in common with hipsters," she begins. "We are SUPER judgmental."
But, whether in ice cream or in life, that is only because we have good taste.
|At Least, That Is What All the Places We Have Rated 5 Stars Tell Us|
*Certifiable Best Thing We Ever Ate