Being from the Boston area means three things:
- I can never date a Yankees fan
- My driving isn’t bad, it’s just regionally inappropriate for Alaska….or most places
- On Saturday nights I feel compelled to have baked beans.
Baked beans on Saturday night is a long time New England tradition. In modern times it seems somewhat incompatible with the popular “date night”, but considering that the colonists ate them cold on Sunday morning to fortify them for their solemn church service, it’s hard to say which generation was more at risk for embarrassment.