A few more thoughts from me, after ruminating on this episode for a while.

The episode left me wondering where all the jizz goes.

It’s funny (actually monumentally sad) that they had to pick 2015 so as to avoid too many depressingly on-the-nose references to Trump.

Though I think that, in most holodeck interactions, the simulated characters are programmed not to notice the real people’s uniforms. Either that or the simulation also provides a costume for the real person. (Though I know that they’ve has scenes with people wearing costumes into the simulation, and then having to go…

Conan is the king, the true heir to the early-Letterman era silliness.

On the contrary; it's real talk.

The P’Zone is wonderful.

Pizza Hut should never be classed alongside garbage pizza such as Domino’s and Papa John’s.

The best candy bar is Chunky. The combination of raisins and chocolate is orgasmic.

The second best is Toblerone, for the same reason.

Brach’s lemon drops are a delight.  They are not for crunching; they are for savouring.

I am playing no character. I am a genuine arrogant New Yorker reporting from the Centre of the Universe.

First of all, I did not say, nor do I believe, that no place else other than New York has good things to offer. Another commenter posted a list of global cities that included London, Amsterdam, and Los Angeles; and I agree with all of those selections. And, earlier today, I wrote an extended paean to Washington. All…

As I have previously noted, places with backyard deer and bears and hikable mountains are found outside the City limits, but still well within the New York metropolitan area.

Washington is indeed a great city. It is tremendous for bicycling; I have visited many times just to ride around. Once I even rode my bike all the way to there from home!

You would do well to read more carefully. I certainly did not say that I could not conceive of another city offering opportunities in the arts, and in fact stated that there are cities besides New York that are good for such study. What’s more, I agree with the mention of every city in your list as one of the global…

We’re going to have legal weed eventually. And so will New Jersey.

It doesn’t have to be a big city. In It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World (the greatest film of all time), Southern California as a whole, including the deserts as well as highways in Santa Monica and Palm Springs, qualifies as a character in the film.

That is a good point. Still, I am disappointed that Abbi Jacobson decided to write Abbi Abrams as one of those people who are miserable in the City.

Anyway, who knows what Abbi Jacobson has in store for us in the remaining two episodes; maybe there will be a twist, and Abbi Abrams will realise how much she misses New…

No bit here. You’re receiving the benefit of the charm and the sophistication of a real New Yorker. (Well, you are at least experiencing it; whether you are capable of receiving the benefit is another question entirely.)

You are of course free to deny objective reality; indeed, such a practice amounts to a kind of national religion.

But should you ever develop a desire to experience the nourishment of this singular oasis of civilisation, my beloved New York City will be here for you, as it is for so many others.