Comparing NYC to Suburbia (specifically to Suburbia in Northern California) is like night and day. One is not better than the other, they are just worlds apart. Over the years I've learned that no matter where you live or visit, people are basically the same. But whenever I remember this story Mama told me, it always brings a smile to my face when trying to compare the two places and appreciating them both in their differences. It went something like this...
Mama: I don't know about this California.
Vin: What do you mean?
Mama: The people here are so different from NY.
Vin: Of course, Ma. People are all different, you know that, you taught me that! That's a good thing, who wants to be the same? That's boring!
Mama: (Big dramatic pause, then staring at me enunciating like Patti LuPone) Vincent... you don't know what I'm talking about. Here in California, nobody asks you if you wanna come over for a cup of coffee?
Mama: So? Even if they did ask me, which they don't, I wouldn't go over! It's not the same as New York! You can always go over to your friends house for a cup of coffee without even being asked.
Mama: Vincent, are you a dummy? What did I raise? Here they don't ask you and besides even if they did, I couldn't go, how the hell am I gonna get there? I don't drive!
Vin: Oy Mama, okay I get it, whatever you say. So what do you feel like doing now?
Mama: Oh I don't know... I could go for a nice cup of coffee AND a big piece of cake.
Vin: Great! So you wanna go to IHOP for a cup of coffee?
Mama: Yeah, you see? You know what I mean! Let's get some pancakes while we're at it.
Vin: Okay then, let's go.
Mama: Good, let's get the hell outta here.