Citizens of Johannesburg should leave that Moët mentality behind when heading to the capetonian Hipsterverse, writes Sandiso Ngubane'Can you hotspot me? I need to book a flight back to Joburg," a friend who had just landed in Cape Town to visit me said in the middle of what I thought was an awesome party I'd taken him to. As you can imagine, I was taken aback. "What do you mean? You just landed," I said.He explained that this - my apparent Hipsterverse - was not his cup of tea. He'd rather go back home to Jozi. It was First Thursday, the night when art galleries and hip city joints open till late, bringing the inner city to life, as if New Year's Eve came once every month.Bree Street was crawling with what I guess anyone would conclude are hipsters - bearded fellows, eclectically dressed bright young things, smoking rollies between sips of craft beer, while chatting about the little-known band that would be playing later at a venue that no doubt sounded like a hipster-infested hole in a wall.This, I imagine, is the image that ran through said friend's mind as he watched me smacking high-fives and giving hugs and kisses to a bunch of white kids and offbeat blacks he probably thought he was invisible to.I don't blame him. It's no secret Cape Town can be quite cliquey, but let me just say this: more often than not, it's precisely this kind of attitude that leaves most Joburgers feeling like they don't belong in this place.I won't lie. Try as they might to deny it, my friends can be quite daunting to talk to - and yes, they do indeed look like hipsters. We live in a happy bubble, where craft beer and Black Label are the norm, but I love it. And it kind of annoys me how Joburgers come to Cape Town and expect to find the kind of Moët-popping, heels-wearing familiarity of Jozi's northern suburbs.Many of my friends from the city I used to call home don't even call me when they are in town any more, most probably afraid that I will take them to some wacky party where that other guy from that other bar we went to the other night is the DJ, playing Tame Impala or something along those lines. I am left to discover they were here via Instagram posts from a tourist-ridden bar on Long Street or a lame, over-priced restaurant in Camps Bay.Year in, year out, summer comes and this is the vibe. A random call will come through late on a Friday night, inquiring about Coco - a club that is a refuge for Joburgers seeking to emulate their samey Friday nights at clubs in Rosebank or Sandton.Why in the hell have you flown for two hours to this side of the world to do exactly what you do on every other night in Joburg? I just don't get it!Another friend had the gall to sit at a restaurant table with me and my Capetonian friends, waxing lyrical about just how much better Joburg is - while snapping his fingers at the waiter, who happens to be someone we like jolling with after hours. I did not leave Joburg to try and find it somewhere between Table Mountain and the sea. I came to find Cape Town. "This service is terrible. This would never happen in Joburg," he snapped, as I thought: "Right. You have five-star service aplenty up there in the City of Gold, ain't it?"It's not only boring - it's tiring.I completely understand that partying with Bonang at some glitzy function is probably light years more fun than getting down to jukebox music with shaggy-haired Jared at the Kimberley Hotel, chugging on pints of draught.I'm totes aware that the whole Braamfontein-rooftop, all-white party scene, full of Prada shades rather than fake Ray Bans, is far more "swag" than, say, singing karaoke at a dingy Loop Street bar where the barlady hogs the mic to sing TLC's Waterfalls with you.I understand it. I lived in Joburg, spent most of my teenage years and early 20s there, and I loved it. Still do. But for God's sake, I did not leave Joburg to try and find it somewhere between Table Mountain and the sea. I came to find Cape Town.It's not Little Jozi, and that's the reason I've stayed.I totally understand that this - what you call my Hipsterverse - is not your cup of tea. But then why are you here, spending your entire holiday whining about how you miss your Melrose Arch brunches?Maybe if you spent that time at least trying to enjoy Cape Town for what it is, there'd be no need to wax nostalgic about Braam, shouting about it in my ear, spoiling my fun.The friends who don't call me when they are in Cape Town have the perfect formula for enjoying Joburg in Cape Town. I'm happy for them.It's the ones who call and want to hang out, but constantly whine about my Cape Town that irritate me. Honestly? OR Tambo awaits!..