Funny, I had a good friend from UNC spend almost ten years living in Evansville after college. Like me in Santa Barbara, the Heels come to town the year after he leaves.
He always said Evansville was a strange place. It thought of itself as the South – lots of places have Dixie references in their name and such – yet every time he asked for sweet tea he just got blank stares. Also, every attractive woman left town as soon as they turned eighteen.
There was avery good German place downtown, though.