OK. I’ll play:

Cubbyhole on a summer day after work, when you get one of the two most coveted spots at the bar (the south-facing window seat or the corner I’ve dubbed THE cubbyhole [within the cubbyhole]) and “Unwritten” plays on the jukebox https://twitter.com/rachsyme/status/1280501453002596352

when the man at Gray’s Papaya on 72nd Street looks at me in disbelief thinking i can’t eat as many hot dogs as i’ve ordered

how the street in front of my parents’ house never doesn’t smell like horse poop

the F train generally, the Nassau G and West 4 stops, specifically

the Cubbyhole again, but this time later in the evening, for a nightcap

and lastly, the Cubbyhole a third time, but around dinner, when the bartender orders pizza for everyone at the bar and gives everyone free shots and urges patrons not to eat or drink “until everyone’s been served”

oh god, i forgot pizza and bagels. but i trust everyone else who’s replied to this thread has covered those bases