I was born in Erie. Some of this is familiar. I always call cold-cuts "lunch meat". I thought everybody did. My grandmother always called her purse a "pocketbook".

Erie is a town with plenty of ethnic private clubs. For a small city they probably have more private clubs than anywhere I've ever seen. I was just in Erie last summer and was at the Polish Falcon's Club for a breakfast fundraiser and none of us are Polish. My father was able to drink at their bar when he was 17.

Ox Roast and City Chicken, I think, are pretty unique Erie things.

Last edited by TomSmith; 01/26/12.