Yes, there were a few of the tragically thin, American Appareled guys indicative of the neighborhood. Those dudes are like raccoons that ransack people's garbage cans at night: sort of cute, look like they're wearing eyeliner, and are ultimately huge pains in the ass. But what can you do? You're sort of stuck with them.

HAAA! From a review of the new Williamsburg bar DuckDuck in the Village Voice.