From this day forth, should anyone ever criticise my choice of home town (and yes, this does happen, with depressing regularity), I shall simply point out that nowhere outside of Lewisham have I ever seen a drive-thru* German sausage stall. Nowhere else can one purchase several varieties of wurst without having to step outside of one’s automobile. Nowhere. Take that, Manhattan.
* Whatever happened to the “o” and “gh” in drive through? Were they quietly murdered, and the bodies dropped in the mid-Atlantic?