(That's me looking like someone who should never be in the sun or without makeup, and Fauxhawk who is gloating because he won the Tanning Contest.)
The A train took us to Rockaway Taco at Rockaway Beach in Brooklyn this weekend. The ride there is half the fun - through a nature preserve to a totally different way of life. The beach was packed with every imaginable type - lots of neighborhood peeps, a smattering of hipsters, and a few intrepid tourists in banana hammocks.
A friend recently dismissed the Rockaways as being played out. Her comment reminded me of that inimitable Yogi Berra quote: "Nobody goes there anymore, it's too crowded!" It's true that in the last few years hipsters have invaded what was once a sleepy surfer hangout. I say (selfishly), God bless the hipsters for doing the leg work so the rest of us don't have to. (I am too old, overworked, and at one with my couch to traipse through New York to find the next big thing.) Now we get to enjoy the fruits of their discoveries - wonderful fish tacos, blueberry Italian ice, waffles and Thai food on the beach. Hipsters, I'll follow you wherever you go - as long as I don't have to wear the uniform.*
*Rompers, skinny jeans, stripes (sooooo French!), Weejuns, straw fedoras, Wayfarers, unbecoming vintage glasses, etc.
