Ping
As I have said on several other threads, my father, who grew up in Newark (another casualty of the Long Hot Summer of 1967), worked in the Auto Industry as an executive for almost 40 years. He told me that, despite having grown up in Newark, and having lived in Mexico City, there was no place that reminded him more of hell on earth than Detroit. He told me that, outside of the hotels, the downtown area had ZERO restaurants for entertaining, and the Big Three always hosted their visiting clients out of the city anyway. He had three friends who took jobs there, only to move within two years, because even as nice as places like Bloomfield Hills and Troy can appear, they still have the stigma of being part of metro Detroit.