Related to nothing particularly…
Dear Canadians (at least the ones in Saskatoon),
Iced tea = tea that is iced. Seriously. Brew some tea. Let it cool a bit. Pour it over ice. Mmmmm. Iced tea! Hey, maybe even add some lemon. The real kind. You know, the sour citrus fruit. Yum.
Iced tea =/= overly sweet, vaguely tea-flavoured, lemon-flavoured powder mixed into water with a few ice cubes thrown in as an afterthought.
Look, I grew up in your fair country. I can even sing “O Canada” in that kind of bastardized “French” that schoolchildren mishear. Drank that powdered crap for 20-odd years. But, really, it’s time to see the light. Iced tea!
Best,
rivulus in St. Louis (No, it’s not Saint Louee. Don’t pretend you’re bilingual just because you don’t say the “s.”)
p.s. Dear Tim Horton’s employee at the airport. How can you not have iced coffee? Seriously. You have coffee. You have ice. Ta Da! Iced coffee.