I went to New York City once in the late 90's. The only reason I went was because: 1) It was free; 2) My best friend wanted me to accompany her; 3) Curiosity (it's a curse).
So we came, we saw and I will never go back. As a proud Texan, I won't hesitate to say...
it's not my cup of java.
Just seeing the faces of the folks on the subway (rode that out of curiosity, too) coming home from work kinda depressed the hell out of me. Nobody was smiling, happy, or the least bit "alive". They seemed more like miserable drones. A real downer.