My wife and I were having a discussion and the term "New York Reload" came up. Most people know what a NY minute is (a very short time, like intervel between when the light turns green, and the guy behind you starts honking his horn). How many "New York X" terms are there?

Ah, that's not a question you ask a Chicagoan.

Or an Englishman.

LOL - give the guy a break! Surely if there are New York terms out there, even some Chicagoans and Englishmen might know them. Certainly we know a few in Ohio . . .

New York State of Mind (but maybe that's just fron that song . . .)
I've heard (and used) New York Minute

But now that I'm thinking, that's all I can recall. What other ones can you think of, lop?

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Surely if there are New York terms out there, even some Chicagoans and Englishmen might know them

I've heard of "The Big Apple" but that's about it.

Mind you, I could think of a few. A "New York Cabby" for a taxi driver who has absolutely no idea of where anywhere is.

Maybe they just haven't crossed to us but like Richard I don't know of any in use in England. I look forward to learning of any that are posted though.

I've heard the phrase "a New York minute" used on (American) TV but that's about it.

New York breakfast - Coffee and cigarettes
New York tube steak - Hotdog (p.104, see p 105 for description of "true hotdog")

This is a little off the topic but here goes anyway.

I wrote this poem about New York once. There are 10 references to specific places in New York. Can you find them?


In New York


From the Met to the Mets
We careered and cheered

From Lost Continents to Lost Highways
We laughed and leered

From Moonrock to Moonstruck
We moondanced on the moor

From American to Central
We walked on a tour

A battery of kisses in Battery Park
Lightening and fire worked up a spark

Sandalled feet skid to Slipper Rooms
sandy napes necked amongst the fumes

Swilling smiling suds and swoons
we wooed the bars of Sidestreet Saloons

In dingy diners, delis and dives
I dove into your hungry eyes

A Strand of books and strands of hair
Slipped through fingers and minds aware

Cyclone rides could never compare
To the cyclone in us when we were there

Very nice, muse! We do love it when you stop by our humble abode.