One more reason I’m glad to be back in the South.
Ice Tea.
It’s given to you in a glass the size of a small pitcher. At least 32 ounces. This is so they don’t have to come back very often and refill it.
In the South, TEA is sweet. You have to order it unsweetened to get it without sugar.
It’s brewed, not instant. It has caffeine in it. And it’s bottomless. You can drink as much as you want and get a Styrofoam to-go cup when you leave.
I drank about three or four of them during lunch at the Mexican place.
The Mexican place was just average. We knew we had trouble when a blond woman with a southern drawl was our waitress. This is a bad sign.
Good signs are no English, badly spelled menus, weird gum at the checkout, a picture of Pancho Villa on the wall and a full-time employee posted at the front door to warn the others in case the INS shows up.
Tomorrow, BBQ. I'll let you know.
