Brooklyn hipster attitude

So, I already missed a deadline. But, I've been busy strolling the streets of Brooklyn and Manhattan with limited internet. I'm alright with that fate. Today, was a slow start. Slept in and the mosied over to a local hipster bakery here in Brooklyn to get brunch with my friend before heading to Manhattan for our guilty pleasure of a SATC tour. When we arrived at the recommended bakery they, of course, only took cash. After a 7 block stroll we finally found an ATM. We had walked through a weird middle-earth of genterfication where it was not quite sketchy enough to be dodgy, but not enough strollers, vintage shops, brownstones and restos/barber shops to be the Brooklyn we've become accostumed to. When we arrived back to the bakery/coffee shop (after being cat called by construction workers) I couldn't choose between an egg/cheese/bacon melted creation or a lamb savory pie. So, I asked the eight ball expectantly if I should get my secret favourite in this race - the egg thingy, but it responded "not likely" or something to that effect. I then inquired about the lamb pastry and it said no to that too. Miffed and confused, but feeling committed to my project I asked the eight ball about the one other savory pie - a butternut sqaush creation with various spices. I shook the eight ball anxiously as there were only about 5 food options it finally revealed a "it is certain." As I settled up I asked if it was possible to get it heated up; I never did get a repsonse, I got a scoff a sigh and a turn around to put the pastry in the oven. And, you know what that pie was pretty damn good, but it would have been shit if it were cold.