From the NY Post:
On a recent Friday night, just past 10, wild-eyed investment banker Omar is wedged between two blondes in the corner of a booth at the Williamsburg bistro Walter Foods. Clad in a bright Paul Smith shirt and designer jeans, he drapes his arm across the back of the weathered leather seat.
Forget the turf battle between Hasids and hipsters, the artsy young kids who’ve thronged the neighborhood for the last 15 years. Lately, Williamsburg has been invaded by free-spending crowds of Manhattanites like Omar, an entitled tribe that sees the neighborhood as a no-holds-barred weekend party destination — a scrappier, cheaper version of the Meatpacking District.
“I went to Walter Foods, and there was this long table of obvious Manhattanites who were partying with the wild abandon of people who know they won’t run into anyone they know. They were acting like they were in Cancun, doing tons of shots, screaming, falling asleep sitting up. Meanwhile, I’m trying to have a nice dinner with my mom. It was hideous.”
I'm so glad I live in uncool Queens. Please keep this riff raff out of LIC, which is where they'll probably head next.