Arlington, Virginia, which is where I live:

Though in fairness, as someone comments in response to a namesake of mine on the DCist website, “It’s hard to argue against low taxes, low crime, and clean.” And convenient for getting around on foot, too. I ditched my “mechanical Jacobin” when I moved to my present apartment — which, I hasten to add, is a little beyond the precincts colonized by the dudes in brown flip-flops.

The Ballston-Clarendon-Court House-Rosslyn corridor does have a few distinctive features, including awful public art and the Hellburger. The latter is almost enough to justify Rosslyn’s existence, even if it sometimes attracts an unsavory clientele: