Growing up in New York, I never had to learn a new language to simply place a food order at a restaurant.
The same can’t be said for York County.
Nine years after moving here, I’m still struggling to pick up on all the sayings.
Last week, I ordered breakfast in a local diner and the waitress asked my if I wanted by eggs dippy. I looked at my wife, hoping to snag a marital lifeline. She’s from New York too, and I had no idea what dippy meant in relation to eggs.
I asked the waitress what she meant. She frowned and explained that dippy meant that the yolk would remain soft.
But I’m not totally lost in the maze of York County lingo. I have figured out that when a waitress asks me if I would like my drink a while, the answer is not: “No, I would like it right now.”
What she means is if I would like my drink in the meantime, while I read the menu. But you already knew that.
Gees, you really do have a lot to learn! It took nine years for you to learn what a dippy egg is???? Have you tried one in those nine years?
A male relative of mine suffered a heart attack several years ago. He was talking about this one day a few years ago and told me the worst part of it is not being able to eat dippy eggs anymore. With that I would concur.