So although I do love Seattle, it's good for me every now and then to remember that not all the good things in the world are here. Going elsewhere doesn't mean leaving the heart of all good things... it just means finding good things elsewhere. In that spirit, I'm therefore compiling a list of things I miss from elsewhere, knowing that I will likely see them again someday--but not here in Seattle.
Chick-Fil-A. Ate at the mall on my last night in Indy when I realized that there was one of these here. Sigh. Still tastes good.
Sonic. Granted, I won't actually eat any of the food that Sonic serves any more. It just doesn't taste good to me, sad to say. But I miss their limeades and their Coke floats. And their 44 oz ice waters with lime.
Thunderstorms.
Tornado warnings. Yes, I am odd.
Leona's delivery in Chicago.
The greystone building I lived in in Chicago.
Tree-lined streets with proper sidewalks.
Green chile done right. Also, green chile chicken stew.
The valley Albuquerque in reflecting back the evening sun in rose and gold.
The smell of cedar smoke in the pale light of early morning.
A sky so deep and full of stars that you almost dare not look up, for fear of falling into it and being lost forever.
Prairie dogs.
A moon so bright you can almost see color and need no other source of illumination.
The boyfriend.
Chick-Fil-A. Ate at the mall on my last night in Indy when I realized that there was one of these here. Sigh. Still tastes good.
Sonic. Granted, I won't actually eat any of the food that Sonic serves any more. It just doesn't taste good to me, sad to say. But I miss their limeades and their Coke floats. And their 44 oz ice waters with lime.
Thunderstorms.
Tornado warnings. Yes, I am odd.
Leona's delivery in Chicago.
The greystone building I lived in in Chicago.
Tree-lined streets with proper sidewalks.
Green chile done right. Also, green chile chicken stew.
The valley Albuquerque in reflecting back the evening sun in rose and gold.
The smell of cedar smoke in the pale light of early morning.
A sky so deep and full of stars that you almost dare not look up, for fear of falling into it and being lost forever.
Prairie dogs.
A moon so bright you can almost see color and need no other source of illumination.
The boyfriend.
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Date: 2009-08-31 09:57 pm (UTC)From:I do hit Chik-fil-a every time I go see my folks in Dallas, though. That, and Taco Cabana, the beautiful pink palace of drive-thru margaritas and nachos. :D
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Date: 2009-08-31 11:36 pm (UTC)From:Interestingly, I have never had bad service as consistently as I have at that chain. It's worth it for the ice cream, though.
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Date: 2009-09-06 02:57 am (UTC)From:YES.
I miss it dearly, but strangely very few displaced New Englanders seem to share my passion for it.
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