Many days, many meals, and many pounds later. Here's a very small sample:
Portland Oregon is a good place to live your life and a lovely place to end it. It rains constantly, unemployment is high, and coffee is cheap. The depressed and unemployed (and myself) can happily spend their day in one of the hundreds of excellent coffee shops drinking superb locally roasted coffee and surfing the free wi-fi. I often contemplate the business model of these places. You can literally hang out all day and surf the free wi-fi. Compare that to Starbucks where they will do everything in their power to whore you out to T-Mobile, or sell you some turgid pop music.
A lovely happy hour... No snooty service, no rubbing elbows with the upper crust, just good, quality drinks at the Brazen Bean in Northwest Portland.
Me: I've been coming here since I was a kid.
Him: What do we need to do to make you stop?
Good greasy pizza at Escape from New York Pizza also in Northwest Portland.
Good coffee and good reading. Coffee shop in Berkeley California.
In America the clothes have gotten shorter, tigher, and the people keep getting fatter. We delight in this kind of advertising but throw a total fit at public breast feeding.
One of my all time favorites. Late at night on 16th Street in San Francisco. So simple, but so impossible to acquire in Bangkok.