When I was a college student, my friend and I visited Tokyo and I felt wired in the train hearing people talk. I couldn't bear their way of talking. Their language sounded a little bit posh for me.
Most surprising thing was that the soup of a noodle was too black. It didn't look delicious.
After married, I became a citizen of Yokohama. I have been in here for more than 20 years. I usually go back to Osaka once a year, since my mother and brother live there. Whenever I hear Osaka Ben, I feel like their language is not refined and the soup is too white.
But still I like their friendly manner and a loud laughter everywhere.