Bourgeoisie Hell Kitchen
I only come into the Princi Bakery occasionally. In a lot of ways its a truly wonderful location. Big communal tables, boisterous atmosphere, eclectic music, free WiFi, and the cakes? Well let’s just say I might skip dinner tonight. The problem is that come a sunny Sunday afternoon, it’s bloody full of bloody bourgeoisie and their bloody screaming children and their bloody strollers. How am I supposed to conduct my shabby decadent techno-bohemian life style if these people and their devil spawn will not sit down and shut up. How do these people get here anyway? Teleport? We are in …Read the Rest
