in the barren wasteland of the industrial side of corktown is an oasis of hipsterism. green dot stables...when you walk in this quaint little place that smells of pabst blue ribbon, rich mahogany, and anything else that isnt mainstream. you find a room full of white suburbanites in their mid-twenties. all of whom are wearing out of date brown blazers, weak beards, and jeans that are just a tad tight at the bottom. the kind of people that wouldn't know what to do if dropped off in cass corridor at 4 am. as you sit down you are greeted by a rude, arrogant, unattractive waiter who is "so"detroitthat you just cannot even fathom the level of detroitness he emits via pharamones. i seem to be a bit off track i'm writing a food review...the food is fantastic and i suggest it as long as you can handle all the hipsters that you will inevitably encounter.