It was hard to imagine that anything black existed on this hipster-soaked strip in Cobble HIll, but there it was: urban-city U.S.A., smack in the heart of hipsterville. We made our way past the door and were greeted by a happy-as-fuck-it's-Friday crowd holding court at the martini bar and groovin' to reggae tunesadespite the lack of a dance floor. Men loosened their ties while the ladies unfastened the buttons of their blouses and unleashed after-work cleavage. The female bartender shaking her mixer like a mad scientist serves me an Apple Martini ($10), which I immediately regret after overhearing two women order the bar's signature drinks, Wet Kiss and Baby Mama Drama, which turn out to be great conversation starters for a few guys close by.
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