To my English cousins -- about iced tea

Mother's Day on March 14 in Great Britain. I get lucky on those years that we are here, because I get two of these. March in the UK, and May in the USofA. Not a bad arrangement, actually. My celebration here included the spectacular (81 miles of torchlight along the northern border of the ancient Roman Empire) and a wonderful meal at a Mexican restaurant. Good Mexican food is hard to find here. Bad Mexican food is hard to find. We managed to find a restaurant which provided a reasonable approximation of popular TexMex chain-restaurant food. Quesadillas, with real guacamole (not green-tinted sour cream with pimentos in it). While we were at it, I thought I would shoot for the moon and ask for iced tea. The Brits drink lots and lots of tea. None of it iced. But the cheerful waitress was very happy to oblige. "Of course you can have iced tea!"

As my dh went to the loo after ordering, he noticed the bar staff talking among themselves and casting glances in our direction. Several minutes later, a cute young gal on the wait staff came by the table and asked, "So....just how would we make that iced tea?" We discussed the brewing of a pot of tea and then pouring it over ice. She seemed relieved. "That is what we were thinking we might do." And we did receive exactly that. Each of us got our small pot of tea (the normal delivery system for the hot version of this beverage, in this country) and a small glass full of ice. And we did just fine. "Do you need lemons for that?" she asked. No thanks, not for mine.

I did ask for a second larger glass of ice to facilitate the cooling of the tea. It was very nice. I closed my eyes and could almost imagine being back in the states.