Three words: Pasty, pasty, pasty.
Just make sure they pronounce it correctly! While in the U.P. this summer, I heard someone order a paste-ey. Common mistake, I know, but pretty funny.
Oh my goodness. My late husband's mother was a Finn from the UP. When we first got married, he wanted me to learn to make pasties. I'd never heard of them and certainly wasn't going to make them.
My whole marriage all I heard was, 'If I could just make some pasties and sell them here in Philly, we'd be millionaires!'