Living in Montreal as a second-year university student, I am only exposed to very specific demographics: students, aged 19-24, almost all broke and opinionated. These are the people that make up my circles, and the circles of my friends and their friends, the only demographics I really have any reason to interact with. That’s why, when walking into Bar L’Escogriffe last Saturday, I felt transported into another world, a world far removed from my own. Filling the St. Denis nook were millennials from bar to wall, all toting Doc Martens and second-hand Carhartt vests.