Yep, it took me a while to get used to "Please" when I moved to Cincinnati.
There is an unusual "chili" here. It's ground beef-based and the sauce includes things such as chocolate and cinnamon. It's served over spaghetti noodles and topped with shredded cheddar cheese (known as a three-way). Add onions to that and it becomes a "four-way." Add kidney beans to that and it becomes a "five-way." No onions, but beans is a "four-way bean" If you ask for any of them "dry" some of the sauce is drained off. All come with oyster crackers. A coney comes with a pinkie-sized hot dog, smothered in chili, cheese and onion and it's usually served as a "chaser." It's one of the few places in the world where you can ask your wife on a Friday night if she'd like to go out for a three-way and not get slapped.
A "Pony Keg" is a drive through building (not just a drive up window) where you can get beer, wine, carbonated beverages and snacks loaded into your car while you sit in the driver's seat.
The other interesting thing we have here is although we get winter every year, most people completely forget how to drive in winter weather. Any snowfall at all and the city is peppered with accidents and back ups.
Jim Shoe wrote:
I still get this one in my travels. I'm a born and raised Cincinnatian. When we can't hear or we misunderstand something, we say "please?" Cincinnati has a rich German heritage. Germans say "Bitte?" Its short for please repeat.
I was leaning up against a wall at Mardi Gras smoking a cigarette. A young lady asked me for a cigarette, but I didn't hear her, so I said "Please?" She said "O.K. Please?" When I explained that I didn't hear her, she said "Oh, you're from Cincinnati and I asked for a cigarette."
I find it interesting that we live in the same country but we don't speak the same language.