Denver actually has more homeless people than San Francisco (based on 2024 data). I love both cities but they both have a massive homeless problem. I found the Denver one more shocking (I used to work there) as it was less ‘contained’ than SF.
I suspect I have too many places I like in the US to list them all but these are some of my favourite places/memories:
I love the Hudson Valley (so east coast upstate NY) for the river views, the peacefulness, the vibe and the artisan food and wine (and the far nicer than UK commuter trains out of Grand Central to get there and back).
I love Denver for the friendliness of the people. On my very first ever morning there and my walk from my hotel to the office, people on the street actually said good morning to me. Bizarre (I’m too used to London) but rather lovely. The food is also incredible. I would be HUGE if I lived there. The people I worked with in Houston were without fail completely lovely and I felt very much at home there. I also loved the fact that if you bunked off work early, you could drive to Vail for dinner and admire the heated pavements.
I love Houston for the best breakfast burritos and fajitas ever (do you notice there’s a theme here?) It was also the first place where I’ve ever had to step over a homeless person to get into a restaurant. 🙄And the weirdest rush hour where the gridlocked cars are all silent. No-one honks their horn because the majority of people carry guns so you never know who your honk might piss off (this was how a local colleague explained the silent traffic to me).
I love New Orleans because it’s completely batshit. To describe the locals as ‘characters’ is doing them a disservice and underplaying how utterly bonkers so many of them are (in a mainly charming but occasionally scary way).
I love California beaches at sunset and sunrise. So beautiful. And the redwoods further up the coast. Incredibly tranquil. And can I mention the, er, food? 😜I used to live in Paris but the best pain au chocolat that I’ve ever eaten was from a bakery in San Francisco (that a former French chef introduced me to from the sidecar of his motorbike). Which reminds me….being driven across the Golden Gate Bridge in the aforementioned sidecar of the motorbike was pretty damn incredible. As was doing a private guided tour of Alcatraz which was utterly memorising yet chilling.
I’ll stop now before I become too tedious. And start writing about food again. 😂