At least you have Berkley Front to drown your sorrows in.Huntington Woods is sort of the bigger but somewhat (just a little!) less upscale Pleasant Ridge to Berkley's Ferndale.
With Royal Oak and Ferndale and Birmingham all nearby hogging the spotlight, Clawson is over there all, "Hey, us too!
", but no one pays any attention because Clawson is next to Troy and everyone hates Troy. Clemens has a historic and rather picturesque Downtown, thanks to the mineral baths that made "Bath City" world-famous as a spa destination in the late 1800s through World War II, attracting the likes of Mae West and Clark Gable.
While Downtown Clawson might not be as vast as Royal Oak's, it still has all the essentials: great sushi, great Vietnamese, great Italian, great dive bars, a record store, a comics store, and a magic shop. But that pleasant stretch of retail along the 14 Mile Rd and Main St intersections aside, it's still pretty boring, and with suburban soul-suck Troy bordering one side and bro-tastic Royal Oak on the other, there's no nearby safe haven to which one might retreat. You've sat in gridlocked traffic on Northbound I-75 trying to get to a concert at the Palace once or twice in your life, right? Look, if you can get past all of the drug-addled redneck neighbors, vandalizations, car thefts, break-ins, sexual assaults, and occasional stabbings, Roseville isn't so bad... With the Clinton River running right through the city and tons of outdoor festivals held along its banks, as well as some impressive Downtown architecture (including the C.
Saying you're "from Detroit" doesn't always mean you're from Detroit.
There's a massive expanse of Metro Detroit known as "the suburbs" that may root for the Red Wings and whatnot, but -- make no mistake -- is most assuredly NOT Detroit.
Each of these towns is unique in its own way, but the question is, do they suck? Let's investigate: The only suburb outside of Detroit city limits that's "cool" to move to, that all of your judgey Detroit friends with their Midtown lofts and Corktown bartending jobs can agree is an acceptable -- nay, THE acceptable -- substitute for actually living IN the city.
That said, there's a sacrifice people make by leaving Detroit's keep-it-realness for the fabulousness of Ferndale: the kind of tedious, self-important hipsterdom that comes with having money and approaching middle age but still trying to cling to that grittiness of one's youthful days in Detroit.
In other words, you'll find an abundance of increasingly out of touch, "get off my organically fertilized lawn-slash-urban garden" types with elaborate facial hair and wool caps. Don't confuse these with the Ferndale babies in bars; the distinction here is in the choice of attire.
Also, young mothers in flowery dresses who raise chickens in their backyards, sell handmade stationary on Etsy, and think it's totally okay to push through Imperial at 10pm on a Friday night with their baby strollers. In Hazel Park it's more bottle blonde and inadvisable midriffs with booty shorts as opposed to vintage dresses and non-prescription plastic glasses. Or, if anything, the flashing red and blue lights of a cop car in your rearview mirror, because you were going 37 in a 35 and these cops have NOTHING ELSE TO DO. Is there some sort of dude-bro signal that went out that, much like a dog whistle, only dude-bros could sense? What we CAN get, however, is a lifetime-supply of Ed Hardy shirts.