I now know exactly how to answer my friends back in Chicago when they routinely ask me the inane question about why I love New York City so much more than I love Chicago (by the way, Chicago is still on "mild liking", nowhere close to "love"). Here's the reason:

At the Red Line at State and Jackson, I hear the strains of Hotel California. At the 14th Street/Union Square station, I hear Bach's Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring.

Quod Erat Demonstrandum.