Think of any place. No doubt, it's food-specific for you. For me NYC is bagel-land. Bagels outside NYC and it's boroughs, aren't. So, on a train from Grand Central to Croton-on-Hudson, there was this very edible bagel. I ate it. I accomplished much in each bite. And soon there will be a poem or two.
Perhaps, my next salad will include sesame seeds. Perhaps, not. Happy noshing, travelers.