There was this one mom and pop burger joint that had the simplest, most basic, super greasiest burgers but to this day they were the best burgers I’ve ever tasted. The place was tucked away in an alley and it was one of those “you have to be a local to even know this exists” places.
Also, having moved from a smaller town to a bigger city, I miss how close everything and everyone was. You wanted to go see someone, or go do something, it was always just a walk away instead of having to deal with all the hullabaloo of traffic and bus lines and yada yada.
I felt that when I moved to NJ. It was 07306 above a prime fire route. The first week I was there I actually heard gunfire. It makes, as a quote goes, a distinctive sound.
But it was constantly noisy: not as in loud crashes and drama, but the background noise of so many sounds blended together to make a constant noise baseline that no one talks about. I didn’t hear it in Morristown but I heard it in JC, and it took a while to get used to.