I don’t know if people say it that way in NJ, but they do in NH. I only realized that it was a two syallable word a couple of years ago when they started airing commericals about your local Real-Tor. What the hell is a real-tor? You mean real-et-or? I mean it’s even spel- oh.
The one in Massacusetts is pronounced roughly glah-stah (some insist it’s gloss-tah, but I don’t hear any o in that word when native say it), similar to wuss-tah and Lem-in-stah.
I have no problem eating it on its own either, but something about the cheese/salt/pepper/ketchup combo instantly cures my worst hangovers.
Heh. I had no idea what Taylor Ham referred to until someone corrected it to pork roll.
Remember our dimpled-chin governor Tom Kean? “New Juh-zey and yoo, pehh-fect taghetha.”
What on earth kind of accent was that?
Taylor is the brand, obviously, and I think their packaging even says “Taylor Pork Roll.” Not sure how it was known as “ham.”
Kean always sounded like he was from Massachusetts to me.
Ah, you mean crater-faced Kean. Yeah, I remember going out of my way to listen to his interviews because his accent was so odd for New Jersey; a weird mix of New York commoner and heavily-inflected North New Englander.
vej-eh-tu-buls
That’s more of a Manhattanism to refer to anyone (usually derisively) who lives in NJ, Long Island or the outer boroughs and comes into Manhattan (usully to party obnoxiously). The terms seems to have fallen out of favor as parts of Brooklyn and other outer borough neighborhoods have become the “hip” places to live.
Simple being in real estate seems like a Jerseyism.
Also anything having to do with Jon Bon Jovi or Bruce Springsteen.
Strictly B&T…
Refers to a place (usually on the West Side of Manhattan) that is frequented only by kids from New Jersey who all seem to know each other one way or another and when they’re done partying there then they’ll go right back to that New Jersey town they all live in. This entire scene was immortalized in the Kevin Smith film “Chasing Amy”.
The B&T spots are way, way, way too cool for Manhattanites to hang out in.
I don’t know why we all moved to the North Side in the '90s. IIRC, for me it was for some small decrease in monthly rent and an additional bedroom. Plus that freakin walk to Astor place is murder in the Winter and the whole city bus thing… no… it just doesn’t work.