The Blackbird Parlour, open only about a year, filled a certain niche that was missing in the Bedford Avenue Williamsburg scene. The saloonish café has a European flair, the teas and sandwiches are ridiculously overpriced, and yet, for whatever reason, lone, attractive nerds frequent the place. A lot. Could it be that these greasy-haired guys have an acquired taste for Brie and raw-beet salad? They flock to this sort of luxurious hangout as if it were the YMCA for V-neck, skinny-jean-wearing boys. And although the service is somewhat slow (the servers seem a lot more interested in how they look than in getting you a cup of tea), the place is packed—particularly on evenings—with nerdy men surrounded by books, laptops, and notepads, and all wearing the same pensive look. Hot.