FernWithy (fernwithy) wrote,
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You know you're from Buffalo when...

Variation gakked from several people:

Google the phrase "You know you're from (your home state) if..." Bold the ones that are true.

Since my home state was New York, I got a lot of New York City stuff, which may as well be Mars. And for some reason, almost none of the Massachusetts stuff worked, probably because I'm from Boston and don't spend much time in the rest of the state. So I went with the city I was born in, and that defines Western New York culture. My list comes from here.


You are probably a Buffalonian "IF":

When speaking, "the" precedes the number or name of any highway (The Scajaquada, The 33, The 290)

Snow tires come standard on your car. (I don't have a car)

You can identify an "Alden" accent.

You have gotton frost bitten and sunburned in the same weekend. Only because I'm not big on outdoor sports myself.

"Down south" means Gowanda

You bake with "soda" and drink "pop". --But now that I'm from Massachusetts instead, I'm trying to break the habit. Though Lord help me, I'll never get used to calling fizzy drinks "tonics."

Stop/Slow/Yield Signs..are suggestions.

You can hold an entire conversation on the best place to go for wings, a fishfry or pizza. A favorite conversation, at that. Though a brief one on the question of wings... heaven's sake, who doesn't know that The Anchor has the best wings on the planet? They invented the things. They have pretty good beef-on-weck, too. Pizza is a neverending debate. The Buffalo News ran a flabbergasted article when Dominoes said that Buffalo wasn't a pizza town, since they (Dominoes) didn't get many delivery calls. Well, duh. There's a real pizzeria on every block--why call the generic guys? "Next thing you know," the News chided, "they'll say we're not a wing town."

You see nothing wrong with watching fireworks downtown on July 2nd.

You not only know what the terms "snowbelt" and "lake effect" mean - you use them on a daily basis.

You save the Genny Cream Ale for special occasions.

You live within 1 mile of a bowling alley.

Not only do you know what it is..but you look forward to "Dingus Day" Well, sort of. I know what it is, anyway. I don't care about it.

You never put your winter jacket away for the summer.

You like to order beef on "weck" and are always surprised when someone doesn't know what "weck" is. Bless this meme for going around... In the course of looking for a list, I FOUND A WECK RECIPE. It's an acquired taste, beef-on-weck (which is pronounced "wick")--a hot roast beef sandwich with a touch of horseradish on a kimmelweck roll, which is a hardroll with pretzel salt and caraway seeds--but as local hot sandwiches go, I'll take it over the Philly cheesesteak any day. I'm totally craving a beef-on-weck now.

You drive over 70mph on the Thruway and pass on the right. Not bolded only because I don't drive.

You leave your ski lift tickets on your jacket year round.

You know how to pronouce Scajaquada, Cheektowaga and Depew. And laugh at newbie outsiders who stumble over them. ETA: My mom's friend, still in the area, has a variation on this--"You know that it's pronounced ska-JACK-wid-da, but spelled 1-9-8."

The rest of the country is snowbound in the worst blizzard of the century, but you still have to walk your kids to the corner to catch the school bus. And joke about what wusses they all are.

You think nothing of crossing an international border for Chinese Food. (At least not when I'm physically in Buffalo; here, it would be kind of a hassle.)

The acid rain is clearer than your drinking water.

When you stop and ask for directions..you expect to get them.

You give directions.... by saying "turn left" or "at the first light" - instead of "head north" or "go east".

You don't think Canada is to the north... you know it's to the West. This one takes some time to break!

You keep the snowplow on the front of the truck year round.

You have a favorite Greek restaurant. The Towne.

When someone says they are from "the City" - you ask "Which one?"

You think Jimmy Griffin is a "real" politician

You can compute a wind chill "factor"

You eat Orange Chocolate.

You can go to Allentown, Kaisertown..but you can't go Uptown.

You don't have to attend the Friendship Festival to Hear IT!

You know the difference between Imported and Real Canadian Beer.

You think of Football, not "mail" when someone mentions "bills".

It doesn't faze you that there is no "East Seneca", "West Aurora" or "South Tonawanda" Unless, of course, you're strapped for conversation pieces.

You have not been on the "Maid of the Mist"- Unless you had out of town company!

When in another city - you threaten the chef with "false advertising" after trying something called "Buffalo Wings".

You've dined at "Theodore's on the Lake".

You immediatley change the channel - when you hear "Hi! this is Goldie Gardner...".

The winter carnival gets rained out.

You call them "Pilot Field" and the "Aud" -no matter what the signs say.

You define summer as three months of bed sledding.

Your kids have watched Sesame Street - in French and Spanish.

You don't get a coughing fit from one sip of Vernors.

You know what Vernor's is!

"Gridlock" means driving home from a football game.

You wince when someone uses the abbreviation "OJ" .

"Rapid Transit" means hitting all the green lights.
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