When I moved to Boston my Dad and brother drove out there with me to help move boxes. We found a little diner by my apartment to have lunch and my brother got a tuna melt. He really liked the taste of the white cheese that was on it. When the server came by he asked her what kind of cheese it was. “American cheese.” She said. We were confused. American cheese was always orange every place we had ever been. The next day we went to the cheese section of the grocery store and sure enough all the American cheese was white. I found lots of funny little regional things like that from moving across the country.