You get into passionate arguments with your friends over where the best Thai food is
(It is obviously at Nusara. And not just for the teddy bear-shaped side of rice.)
You have 'your diner'
This is, was, ever shall be my diner.
you know Elmhurst Dairy exists, but can't figure out where they'd fit a farm in Da Hurst
You have a very strong love/hate relationship with the 7 train
As in you hate it when you're sober and love it when you're completely wasted.
You say a silent prayer every time you go by the spot on Queens Blvd. where the Wendy's was...
"You can't tear that down! THAT WAS MCDOWELL'S!"
...and think it's funny it's now being turned into a luxury development complex
71st Road. 71st Drive. 71st Avenue. None of this is confusing for you.
this was your birthday cake at least once
You're loyal to Elmhurst Famous Pizza, but secretly patronize every Singas Pizza you come across
(You cannot tell the difference, though you'll never admit that, even under duress.)
Speaking of Famous Pizza, you keep meaning to try the Indo-Pak but ... nope
It's just. Too. Spicy. Half pepperoni/half plain, please. Yes, again.
If you grew up in queens, you had at least one field trip here
Which was hilarious, because you'd been going to Flushing Meadows at least once a month to go to a Mets game/attend a family barbecue/stalk the churros lady.
The St. John's and the Queens College kids argue over Traditions vs. College Green...
(Even though they're both just seedy dives)
because of eddie's, You will never want for homemade hot fudge and ice cream
Bless you, Eddie's. Never change.
Two words: CHERRY. VALLEY.
You know who the Flat-Iron Man At Queens Center Mall is
You may have even liked him (or the mere idea of him) on Facebook.
when you see these you immediately think "Here come the Men in Black..."
most of all, If you're driving back from Manhattan, you feel a sense of relief when you see this:
Because there is really and truly no place like home
Especially if home is Killa Queens, NY.