I've often been asked by friends 'Giles, how can you have a phobia of hipsters but be so fond of San Francisco'? Well that's a good question. Such a good question as a matter of fact, that I'm going deal with it in the only responsible way: by all together ignoring it. You see, hipsters are people too and the only bartenders who don't look at me funny when I ask for a cocktail involving pickle brine. As a result, they're okay by me. Kind of like bears, they're probably as afraid of me as I am of them. Now…