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 miss the night sky. Chicago has too much light pollution to see the stars.
I miss eating frybread.
I miss the arid climate, the open sky, and even the wild weather of South Dakota.
And I miss the tight-knit concert scene of Sioux Falls, where a core group of people went to every. single. show. no matter the genre or location or age because it was all we had. Years later touring bands who came up Chicago would still recognize me as “that headbanging guy” even after I cut my hair.
One dozen warm, salty panisses rolled in a paper and an anisette to slide them down peacefully. Yes I’m a walking cliché so what
Definitely the curry - cheap and really tasty. Also the moors are great to wander in a Wuthering Heights kinda way.
The slim chance I’ll see one of my school friends while it and about. There is not no way I’ll see anyone I grew up with unless we plan to.
nothing. where i grew up was a hellhole of miserable people.
now i live in a major city and life is pretty great
Zestos and Polly’s Freeze and that’s about it.
I miss their malts, they were always the best.
Feeling superior to everyone.
The memories, and not much else.
I think if you stay in a place your whole life, you don’t really get how much it changes. Go away for a few years and come back, it’s almost like a new place sometimes.
Every now and then I go on Google Maps, satellite view, and look at places I used to live. You see trash piled up everywhere. Cars everywhere. Three or four cars to a driveway in what used to be single family homes.
I know a lot of people who still live there. They haven’t changed at all. Even as the trash piles up around them, they still think they’re living in paradise. Especially now that weed’s legal there. I think the government just said “fine, smoke a jay and delude yourself with our blessing.” Shit should be legal everywhere, at least as long as more dangerous shit like cigarettes and alcohol are. I don’t partake in any of it, I think it’s all shit, but I think people should be free to do shit that harms no one. Maybe more limits on alcohol since drunk driving kills so many, and the problems caused by alcoholics… but I wouldn’t push it.
Oh yeah, the weather’s still pretty nice there. Temperate. But you couldn’t pay me enough to live there now.
Mountains.
The bicyclability
QuikTrip
Kansas City style BBQ
Cheez-Its
I live in Norway now and despite musing these things, wouldn’t trade them for my life now.
I’ll go eat taquitos at the QT and have diarrhea in your honor
Halloween. I grew up in the Boston area and absolutely loved the seasonal attractions.
Bagels (though now I make my own), fruit/veg, and Mexican food.
I moved to Germany from the USA and I now teach German to immigrants. The most universal experience for immigrants to Germany from warmer countries is the slow resignation not to even try peaches, corn, berries, or avocado (it’s reasonable based on geography, just still sad). I was astounded when my husband said he didn’t like peaches, but then I tried a German peach. They’re woody, flavorless, and expensive.
The food and the people
The food, the city, pretty much everything… Except the people
