We walked into the Radegast Hall & Biergarten in Brooklyn at 10pm and saw this baby asleep in the corner. His hipster parents had just pulled down the shade on his stroller and wheeled him into the corner as beery, skinny-jeaned men screamed about their vinyl copies of Otis Redding In Person at the Whisky a Go Go. We laughed and took a picture. Not because we were judging, but because it was cute. The kid seemed perfectly content amongst the room’s malty haze. He was dreaming about kittens and Yo Gabba Gabba. However, his mom saw us and gave us the angriest stink-eye this side of Appalachians. Hipster mom rage is the worst. She will filter her anti-establishment vitriol through her ‘mama bear protecting cub instincts’ and unleash unironic demolition on your face. We ran and hid in our over-sized German steins of beer.