whenever I go to a bar, I order "lager." here they give me brooklyn, there they give me yuengling. works well.

heroes are nasty, and italian hoagies with olive oil and oregano are sublime.

I don't say wooder, nor did I ever go "downnashore." I did go to cafflik school for two years though, and when I get wet, I dry myself off with a tal and close the winduh

some controversy for good measure: Pats and Genos are nothing compared to most neighborhood joints around the city. south Philly stopped being as cool when skinny joey and fat tony got pinched.

no, I got plenty of hometown pride. I just can't figure out if I should race as out of town.