"you must be a real new yorker"

As I picked at my pasta salad with my fingers down broadway, I hear a "how you doin' girl?" It was business as usual in NYC during the late night so I kept walking without acknowledging the voice behind me. Then I hear someone to my left asking me what I was eating. I told him pasta salad and he asked me "no fork?" Of course I would have eaten like a barbarian...but I slightly complained that I had forgotten it. Then his friend who already started crossing the road told the guy to leave me along. I only smiled graciously in response. The one across the street said, "I like how you handled that, you must be a real New Yorker."