#93, Monterey, California
You've got the pleasure boats rocking in the harbor and the sky and water a brilliant marine blue. Now imagine about two dozen sea lions barking and bellowing on a rock in the background. Your stomach is full of clam chowder and fingers sticky with cotton candy. The smell of fish fills the salty air, and the warped wood of the boardwalk feels uneven but solid beneath your feet. It's a long way from the East Village to the West coast, but on some graffiti-crusted, bus exhaust fume-filled days, a little California dreaming doesn't do a bit of harm.