We're headed to my hometown, St. Louis, tomorrow where everyone asks everyone where they went to school, and they don't mean college; they mean high school. I decided somewhere along the line that the reason behind this is that most St. Lunatics do not live outside the shadow of the Arch. If you are roaming the streets or sitting on a bar stool, the assumption is that you must be from here, which means I can make a snap judgment about you based on where you attended high school.
Forget that you might have graduated 15 years ago and could have extended yourself outside the particular stereotype married to your high school, which did not necessarily apply to you in the first place. I don't care; I'm still assuming things about you regardless.
Private same-sex high schools abound in this town. I happened to attend an all guys Jesuit school. In that deep private school pool the guys' schools tend to intermingle more with the girls' schools. This tends to perpetuate stereotypes and rumors, especially about the girls.
So back to that bar stool.
Oh, you went to Ursuline? (Whore.)
...Visitation? (High brow whore)
...Cor Jesu? (catholic white t)
...St. Elizabeth (inner city t)
...St. Joe (alright, fine)
Of course I no longer subscribe to any of the above, but those are a few samples that floated around in the early 90s. I have no clue what applies these days. Mental note to do some research this weekend.
In any case, here are a few hometown favorites - usual suspects - I will be crossing off the mental checklist over the next 5 days:
- Cardinals vs. Cubs, July 4th
- Lion's Choice :2 sammies, fries, large Dr. Pepper
- toasted ravioli : early and often
- Ted Drewes : hot fudge concrete
- Imo's Pizza : large pizza, house salad
- Niche : date night...picked one of Food & Wine's top new chefs from the grab bag of amazing restaurants in town