Oh yeah, eclairs are amazing. One of the places I used to work on campus got eclairs in on a regular basis. One year I was working 4/20 and I had one guy come in and buy 4 eclairs. I have never to this day seen anyone else order that many eclairs... I was giggling to myself about how he had the munchies.
I was born and raised in the San Diego area until I was 6, and then we moved up to Southern Oregon. So I've always called in soda. Growing up there, about half the people called it pop and half called it soda. I think it was probably the California imports that called it soda, while the people whose family had lived in that town for generations called it pop. Granted a lot of older people there had southern twangs when they'd lived there their entire lives, so they're probably just weird.
Speaking of weird, I had a friend in middle school who said she required a family tree going back at least three generations from any guy who wanted to date her. She had had the unfortunate incident of discovering that a guy she had been dating for over a month was actually her first cousin. That's the way the old families are in that town, everybody is related to everybody. It's scary.