A true Buffalonian won’t get wings from the Anchor Bar, though.
A true Buffalonian thinks anyplace east of Transit Road is the boonies. “There be Dragyns here!” is the prevailing attitude.
A true Buffalonian doesn’t use foo-foo neighborhood names. Instead, they use street intersections. “North Park? What are you talking about? I live in Hertel-Colvin!”
A true Buffalonian has a phone number that begins with “8”. 6’s are for traitors.
A true Buffalonian goes to church on Saturday.
A true Buffalonian’s reaction to every new chain store, restaurant or retail concept - “Thee-yat’ll never work hee-yur. It’s too fee-yancy for Buffalo! They’ll be closed in a few months.” Also, a true Buffalonian would never shop at a “lifestyle center”, which is why it’s perhaps the only city in the US not to have one. Instead, they prefer “plee-yahzas” that have not been updated since the 1960s.
A true Buffalonian has not changed the order of stations on their car stereo buttons since the mid-1980s.
A true Buffalonian thinks pizza, and most Italian food in general, sucks everywhere but Buffalo. From Wikipedia: “In Buffalo, New York, pizza is made with a thicker, doughier crust than traditional New York style pizza, with a slightly thicker and sweeter sauce, mozzarella cheese and (usually) pepperoni cooked until it is burned and crispy on the edges.”
A true Buffalonian doesn’t eat at a restaurant with only one name. They also won’t eat at anyplace that’s part of a national chain, or anyplace that opened only in the past 10 years.
A true Buffalonian lives in a house that looks like this. With vinyl siding.
A true Buffalonian has a surname that either ends in a vowel, beings with “O’”, or is utterly unpronouncable.
A true Buffalonian will have at least one “Aunt Joanne” (prounounced “Ee-yant Jo-eee-yan”) if not several.