Be gone heathen! Thou hast lived too long in the Wicked Metropolis! Shame on thee!
Anyone from the South Netherlands knows a broodje kroket is supposed to be garnished with mustard only. Not mustard or mayonnaise. Mayonnaise is supposed to be dunked on fries. (See the conversation between Jules & Vincent for more information on that.)
Crossing the border makes me feel pretty Dutch too. Landing at Schiphol just depresses me.
Another American living overseas.
When people ask me about the election process, then get this look of utter bewilderment when I mention the Electoral College.
When my co-workers have to ask questions about US geography that seem painfully obvious to me. I always have to remind myself that I know next to nothing about their countries (one New Zealander co-worker went on vacation to Las Vegas last week, and was very disappointed to hear that she couldn’t just hop over to New York for some shopping and be back in LV the same day. The same co-worker almost botched her boss’s business trip by trying to book a flight for Dallas instead of Dulles. And don’t get me started on trying to explain why there are Washingtons on both coasts.)
–sublight.
I feel most like an American when watching the news and seeing some of the really f’d up stuff that goes on in other “less democratic” countries. I always think how lucky I am to have been born here in the good old US of A. I can’t imagine how it must be to live in some other places like North Korea, Ethiopia, the former Soviet countries, etc.
I also feel like a true American whenever I hear protesters around the world putting this country down. That, and recent immigrants to America who do nothing but complain about things here, and talk about how great “their country” is. Hey, go back if it’s so bad here.
It’s also funny how we’re always quick to come to everyone else’s aid around the world, but when there’s a crisis or disaster in this country, it’s rare to see anyone else helping us out. Thanks to all those that have.
I feel like an American most when I first enter an American restaurant after traveling abroad.
However, I tend to lose myself in new countries. After my first month in Pretoria I considered myself a South African when US visitors would arrive. I often consider myself an Ontarian when I’m in other parts of Canada, because I’d spent so much time in Windsor when I lived in Detroit. And when I lived in Vienna, on a side trip to Hungary I would consider myself Austrian.
(1) Wandering through customs at Heathrow without anyone batting an eyelid
(2) Navigating the maze between the Northern Line and Central Line at Tottenham Court Road underground station without even thinking about it
(3) Kick-off, FA Cup final day
(4) 11am on Remembrance Sunday
(5) Being in Cologne (or Amsterdam, or Madrid, or wherever) and feeling ashamed that the locals speak better English than I do
(6) Reading the round of “this could only happen in America…” news stories in the tabloids
(and the flip side:)
(7) Reading the endless crap spouted by said tabloids about the Germans, or the French, or the Italians, or whoever, planning on looting our culture, stealing our money (etc, etc)
I have no idea why that smiley appeared.
Funny how all of SDMB’s American expats seem to have flocked to this thread isn’t it.
I can pretty much second everything tatertot, Nimue etc mentioned above. Recently I’ve been finding myself in a lot of conversations defending America whereas when I lived there I was one of the most self-critical Yanks you’ll ever meet - it’s not that I’ve changed my views about any particular aspects of the country, but in meeting so many people who really, really dislike the US (as a country, not necessarily that they dislike the people) I’m recognizing more things about it to appreciate. Does that make any sense? I’m even thinking when the next World Cup comes around - assuming we’re in it - I may even buy a U.S. shirt, which isn’t something I’d ever considered before.
Having said that I’m still much happier to be living abroad, and a couple weeks ago when an Irish friend described me as “just a normal person with an American accent” I was over the moon 
Apart from all that (which probably doesn’t really answer the OP anyway) the time I most felt like an American recently was in an Irish pub that for some inexplicable reason was playing nothing but ‘70s Southern butt-rock (Mississippi moon, wontcha keep on shinin’ on me) and I realized I actually liked it…
I feel like a Canadian…
-when I’m sitting in therapy and I realize it’s free when I could have been paying through the nose.
-when someone steps on my toes and I say, “Sorry”.
-when I meet someone who’s not fluently bilingual.
-whenever I use the words “chesterfield” or “light-standard”.
-when I’m listening to CBC radio.
-when I realize that all the political parties in the country are ripping off the NDP.
Dude, I’m from Tilburg, originally. That’s right. White Trash City, NL. And me and my mates always have mayonnaise on our Broodje Kroket. Believe me, we know how a true pauper likes his B.K.
Incidently, my MP3 player just started a new song. It’s on shuffle, and hosts about 600 files.
Berry van den Bebber - Doe men unne Mexicano
Would you BELIEVE that coincidence?? Ignore the reference, non-Dutch dopers. This is too obscure for people outside of the province Skinny and I are from, let alone foreigners 
I feel like an American when…
I’m at the all-you-can-eat buffet
When I’m shootin’ a big assed gun and noone gives a shit
I feel like a Dane when:
Unfortunately, I also feel like a Dane when:
Grumble, who made me post to this stupid list ? Now I’m depressed.
S. Norman
Chill out Spiny, at least the bacon’s great.
Like others, I feel very English when coming through customs at Heathrow. It’s great to go away but I just love the first brash or, especially, amusing comment I hear after landing. Ahh, the humour!
Oddly, I feel more patriotic at the singing of the National Anthem at rugby internationals than soccer - probably because of the hooligan connotations – and especially if it’s a major competition.
When I travelled, sometimes someone, somewhere would have a tiny radio and through the crackle a voice said “This is the BBC World Service”. Almost felt like I should stand up straight and dust myself down.
Not exactly a regular churchgoer (weddings, deaths….) but singing ‘Jerusalem’ at a country church wedding, when the roof almost always feels likes it’s lifting, is probably the one single moment. Aside from the immediate nuptials, it just feels like an unspoken celebration of the continuation of something more - and I imagine the sound drifting out into the graveyard…….now I’m getting silly.
Yeah, that was in the papers over here as well. Disgusting!
Othet than that, the Danes are A-OK, of course. Just stop saying Nej so often, will ya 
You know, I’ve just been feeling very American lately, I’m not sure why that is. Perhaps it’s because of the election, but I’m really feeling my roots. I never felt this American before, I used to always feel nationless. Hmmmmm…I think I must go sit in a corner now and overanylyze this.
Ooh, and the Danes are all right, except for their nasty licorice. <shudder>
Coldfire:
I fear it’s too late. The bastards have managed to convince enough people that the evil EU is out to abolish the old age pensions, the flag and the monarchy. EU referendums are lost causes in Denmark and will be for the next 5 years. Grumble. If it wasn’t for the clogs, I might consider emigrating to the Netherlands.
Apparently, it’s a matter of how it’s served. When blended with Vodka, I seem to recall you quite liking it…
S. Norman
Tell you what Snormy, if I ever marry into the Danish Royal Family, instead of a speech in Danish, I’ll eat some of that icky salty licorice after the ceremony…and I won’t wince or spit it out. Hah! I’ll be the most popular princess yet!
I feel American when:
I go to any kind of games like basketball or football. Or go to Super Bowl parties and eat wings and chips and root beer.
I hear or sing the national anthem, or say the Pledge of Allegience. It’s sad that so many people don’t say the pledge at school anymore, but I always do. And during the singing of the anthem I always have my hand over my heart, and sometimes I sing along.
I am going to another country. One time when I crossed over to Arizona from Mexico the man asked me what country I was from. I was caught so off guard since I’m not used to people asking me that, so there was some hesitation there before I said, “America. I’m an American.”
A tragedy happens in our country, such as the Oklahoma bombing or the Columbine shootings. Everyone seems to come together because the feelings are usually the same…a great sadness, and we all come together to support each other.
When I’m in another country and eat American food. When I was in Costa Rica I was in Pizz Hut with some friends, and except for Hispanic people being there, it could have been good old Pennsylvania.
I feel like a Canuck when I apologize to someone for not being able to define what makes me Canadian, apart from the pathetic “we’re different from Americans” schtick.
Spiny, you made me proud to be a Dane. Even though I’m not. But your post about foreign views of the election, in which you said that no one was talking about which side the military supported, made me proud to be an American (I’ve quoted it numerous times in the past week).
I’m most proud to be an American whenever I’m thinking about or explaining our system of government. I love reading great documents like the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, and visiting the monuments in D.C. and reading all the quotes on the walls.
Why, thanks, SpoilerVirgin
Heh, I’m being quoted! 