Damn! Seattle's hip. Seattle's so hip that when a spot gets hip, it's already not hip. I, a very unhip person, can't hope to keep

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Best 'Hood to Avoid the Hipsters

Beacon Hill

Damn! Seattle's hip. Seattle's so hip that when a spot gets hip, it's already not hip. I, a very unhip person, can't hope to keep up. In fact, I'm opposed to it. When I see a hipster, I don't see originality, novelty, or irony, I just see testicles. So to hell with it, I'm going someplace where I've heard of your band, where sports are cool, and your jeans are loose so—thank God—I can't see your balls. Luckily, there's such a place right here in Seattle: Beacon Hill. Walk down the street and you'll hear approximately 812 different languages, not one of them hiptard-ese. Nevertheless, there's live music, good eats, a decent coffee shop (keep that one a secret), an absolutely bitchin' neighborhood bar, and a somewhat reliable bus route to downtown. Yes, Beacon Hill is decidedly unhip, and for that, I love it. But maybe that just makes me über-hip. Ah, jeezus.—Jesse Froehling

 
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