Dunkin’ Donuts’ iced tea is the worst, foulest muck that I have ever tasted. Granted having never actually tasted authentic outdoorsy muck, grime, or slime before, I suppose my digust is a bit of an exaggeration. Nonetheless even the dysentery-drenched swill that circulates through the wells of many a Mexican pueblo refreshes the body more than the rust-tinted (-flavored) pint sitting atop my desk. Ugh . . .
Most iced tea in truth is an acquired taste, particularly when you choose to abscond on the sweeteners. Sugar (much like salt on anything else) can overpower the taste of tea, much in the same way that the letters N-E-S-T-E-A does. To DD’s credit though, I’m told that their coffee greatly surpasses even Starbucks in terms of taste. Ryan and Sean stand by their Coolata’s, especially as their exams roll around.
Sincerely, I wonder how our students and professors would manage without their caffeine-fix. Most of the academic community — not to ignore the rest of the world — runs on coffee, alcohol, and late-night adrenaline bursts. Learning necessitates chemical stimulation, like soldiers tripping-out on LSD in Vietnam. An unjust comparison perhaps, but I like to consider our addictions now and then, that which drives us forward (or backwards) each and every day. After all each of us has our own personal demons with which to contend, addictions and obsessions of every shape, size, and political party. Some, like the swill melting before me, are worse than others . . .
And in my case sugar-coating only makes it taste much much worse.