For a while there, The Stroller Manifesto Movement, the attempt to take Brooklyn back for the adults, one bar at a time, was looking really good. They had nice coverage in the Post, on Salon, in BKLN Magazine, They got a couple of cute logos, which'd look great on T-shirts: there's this guy in Greenpoint who has a silkscreening machine and stuff...
Then the founder got a dayjob, and the whole project lurched to a halt, like the wheels falling off a 12/03 Maclaren.
Meanwhile, in the bars up and down Fifth Avenue, rigs are clogging the hall to the bathroom, and rugrats are running rampant [coinage alert: rigrats! Hmm? Hmmm?]. A child-free hipster can't hear himself think anymore. At least until 8, when all the kids go home to bed. Damn grups.
Keep the dream alive! Read the Stroller-Free Manifesto [strollerfree.com via dt reader christy]
Previously: Don't fire till you see the whites of their hand-screened American Apparel t-shirts