That about covers it, depending on who you ask. During my decade living in the Empire State, I’ve found that most New Yorkers see Philadelphia as a provincial city, a cesspool of carrot shavings and old rubber shoes, a mysterious land of hedonism and bad choices. There's truth to the lore, but it’s reductive. The entire city didn’t inflict violence on that self-propelled robot, after all. And similarly, there's much more to Philly than what New Yorkers deign to acknowledge.
For example, the southeastern city does have have one thing that Gotham will never have. In New York, you can go months, years, or, god forbid, forever without ever hearing the heartwarming, human cadence of a true Phil’elfia accent. The sound of a Philadelphian speaking is a siren song to an expat, and it’s a damn shame that in a city as great and bubbling as New York, the chances to hear the real deal are few and far between.