Where BBQ is mutton & if you find pork there’s zero whole-hog, BBQ sauce is Worcestershire-based, a Stromboli is pizza sauce & toppings on a sub roll (a guy from there just tried to defend this last week), they don’t sell Old Fashioned grits in grocery stores, where hearing “I have an ideal” is commonplace (oy vey), you spend some time in the basement weekly due to tornado sirens, it gets -10 (not wind chill) & snows 10” at night & you’re expected to shovel out & go to the office on time, there are zero unpolluted, non-private lakes to fish in without driving 2.5 hours, sinkholes galore, some of the worst air quality in the US with all the Ohio River valley pollution staying trapped behind the Appalachians, full of proverbial “fence-sitters” considering their adjacency to IN, OH & IL, doolies with big tanks of anhydrous behind them (meth anyone), and when I left, not a even a Bonefish or Carrabba’s much less great food. Don’t get me started about living around insufferable UK fans who act like any form of basketball will ever matter as much as football. They get WAY more excited about football when they’re decent, as would any sports fan with a pulse who’s not lying. Don’t let them fool you.
Only pros I found:
Bourbon availability & prices
Horse tracks
My job (until work-from home, then I was OUT)
- Clueless