OTOH, northeast speech often pisses me off, such as the cliched Pock yaw cah in Hahvid Yahd.
In Manhattan, you can meet someone at the intersection of toity-toid and toid. And back in daBronx (and in Brooklyn and Queens), you can hear fill-im for "film," kern for "coin" and terlet for "toilet." A bit east of Brooklyn is Lawn Guyland, and if you travel west you'll reach New Joisey. If you go far west, you might hear former Governator Ah-nold say Cally-fawn-yuh.
At some time I'll have to deal with Feb-you-erry, nook-you-ler, terr-ist, the silent second "c" in Connecticut, the Macy's Day Parade and "The Port of Authority."
I'm not perfect, of course. Cynical cousin Dave doesn't like the way I pronounce "Saturn" or "buffet," and I confess to twice mispronouncing "kiosk" and using the non-verb "prophesy" instead of "prophesize."