I’m not a hipster
But you might be.

After finishing my second round with the GRE, I headed toward Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, for a tango festival and stopped for the night in Bedford, PA.

Driving into the town (pop. 3,000) off I-76, a roller rink’s old-fashioned sign beckoned for a photo op. A bit further, I spotted Judy’s Motel, where I would be staying, but decided to keep going to see the downtown. I was rewarded with the sight of a Jesus is King neon sign, and a cute, compact downtown that was mostly closed. After motel check-in, I headed back downtown for some grub. I hit up Giant Eagle, and found their deli had only three pieces of chicken and sides of things covered in mayonnaise. On to Bedford Hotel and Tavern, I sat down to reward my months of study with a good meal.

1. A beer to fit in. Granted, I didn’t see anyone else drinking beer, but coca-cola didn’t seem celebratory enough.

2. Crab legs. I did see other people ordering these! And thanks to my aunt from Georgia, I knew (kinda) how to eat them. Although they didn’t give me the little tiny fork thing, so I ended up cracking, pulling and dripping all over myself. I’m pretty sure eating crab legs are made out to be sexy in movies, but my experiences was more like the scene from Naked Gun 2 1/2 when Det. Frank Drebin tries splitting the crab legs and ends up shooting the thing everywhere but in his mouth.

3. A heated-up caramel covered brownie. They didn’t have any to-go forks, but who cares? I was celebratin’.