WHEN I MOVED to Wisconsin twenty years ago from a distant place we call Minnesota, I felt that by crossing the Mississippi, I had entered foreign territory. Sconnie colloquialisms made absolutely zero sense. Book your Milwaukee Airbnb and get ready to party. Here is a guide to help you understand.
If you are hearing the word “booyah” in Wisconsin, it is not coinciding with a clenched fist and elbow thrust downwards. No major achievement is being brazenly celebrated.
Unless, of course, you count boiling a twenty-gallon pot of soup containing 30 pounds of chicken, five pounds of beef, and an assortment of vegetables over an open fire for a large group of people as a major achievement.