I live in a small, post-industrial town in western PA. We have now lived here full time for nearly two (!) years. Here's a couple things I have come to learn and love about our little neck of the Laurel Highlands.
Business in the front and party in the back. It means the front and sides of the hair are cut short, very short. The back is long, stringy and hanging listlessly. I LOOOOOVE a good mullet. It's not just the societal dichotomy (business vs. party). It's the absolute hilarity of trying to take someone seriously whilst staring them in the mullet. My absolute fave? A WOMAN with a mullet. Anywhere else in the country wo-mullets (women with mullets) have girlfriends, not here. Where I live, a woman with a mullet often has as an accessory a power tool and/or skinny, downtrodden husband.
Obsession with Pork Based Products
Originating with those ever so thrifty Amish, there is a pork based product which defies explanation-scrapple. It's a block of grey mush fried and served with maple syrup. It is as the name implies-the
scraps of pork left after sausage, bacon or other pork related goodness is created. The scraps are ground together and made into blocks. Dad ordered it with his bacon and egg breakfast the other day. I swear it jiggled on the plate.
The following sign was posted at a fancy casino restaurant. Note the last item.