I just returned from vacation in Manhattan yesterday and as much as I love that city, what always amazes me is how much the residents love it themselves.
On my flight home, I shared my row with two of them. One, a short Indian man with a round face, extra-long sideburns and a distinct British accent and the other a dark-haired young woman with tribal tattoos and vintage clothing (her business). The man was one of those overly friendly fellows who pulled us both into conversation. In due time, they both proclaimed Manhattan the best city in the universe. There were no ifs, ands, or buts...no room for discussion at all. To them, it was simply fact.
San Francisco, in comparison, feels like a quaint suburb. But weather-wise, we've got em beat by a country mile. Yeah it was a good vacation, and I love that city, but it feels good to be back in mine.