You know you're a St. Louisan if...
You like your bar-b-que cooked and immersed in sauce (Kansas City style) instead of roast beef with sauce on the side!
The first question you ask someone upon meeting them is, "So, where did you go to high school?"
You contemptuously denounce other areas for their accents, and then proceed to say "Warshington," "farty-far (44)," "yer," and "in/un (and)" without even realizing it.
You watch actors like John Goodman, Scott Bakula, Scott Foley, or Kevin Kline, just because "they're one of us."
You're used to streets that: a) end in one place and start up again half a mile down b) change names back and forth or c) run across highway entrance/exit ramps.
You expect every city to have towns/streets whose name ends in "wood."
You've ever fought with someone over the origin of toasted ravioli.
On a tour of St. Louis, you take out-of-towners to Ted Drewes. Period.
You recognize the name Cervantes but don't know much about it beyond that.
You make analogies between the Pope's Visit and Mark McGwire's home runs or the "Monday Night Miracle."
You consider a yellow light an indicator that you should speed up, not stop.
You still resent Kansas City because of the '85 World Series.
You wonder why anyone would eat Chili Mac on macaroni instead of spaghetti.
You are baffled when you hear the correct pronunciations of "Choteau," "Gravois," and "Soulard."
You respond to "Across the river" by asking "Which river?".
You cried when Mark McGwire hit more home runs than Sammy Sosa, not because the record was broken, but because St. Louis had bested Chicago.
You still have Mike Keenan's picture on your dartboard.
You always thought that the Archdiocese got its name from the Arch.
You say "St. Louis style pizza" instead of "thin crust."
You know what a Billiken really is.
You brag about our world champion Rams and baseball Cardinals, and you deny that the football Cardinals ever made their home here.
