Who in their right mind, wants to go North?
Especially if there is no grits.
In Indiana,1957, I ordered 2 eggs. bacon, and grits. Then overheard Waitress ask the Cook, “What the Hell is grits?”.
My Yankee Mom, Tried to serve my Rebel Dad something called Hominy,. Said it was the same. T’wasn’t!
/Humor?
I was with a Southerner in a pizza/seafood (yes, really) restaurant in Hannibal, Missouri. He ordered sweet tea, and proceeded to tell the sweet young waitress exactly how to prepare it from scratch - and it didn’t mean just dump a couple of sugar packets into the glass.
Poor thing; she stood there staring like he really expected her to do it.
Instructions for Mexicans how to navigate to America?
For Spanish, press 2.
I was born in the South, and most of my family are still there but I never acquired the taste for grits. Just doesn’t taste like food. I’ll take pan fried potatoes or okra over grits any day of the week.
I was stationed in Hawaii for a number of years. Poi is the local equivalent. I tried for years to like it, never could.