Yankee Don't Know No Better

I love reading the near sane mutterings of a guy named Bill Simmons. He is a Boston bred writer stuck in L.A. trying to make a living. He writes regularly for ESPN Page 2 which is my start page. Right now, he is in Jacksonville, FL, getting ready for SuperBowl 39. I think he hates it there and cannot wait to get home to SoCal. Even so, his latest blog from the J'ville made me think things are looking up for him:

Best House Specialty: Sweet Tea
I know I've done my share of complaining about Jacksonville, but finding out about Sweet Tea made it all worth it. First, they make a batch of hot tea. Then they heat up sugar in a pan. Then they pour the hot sugar into the hot tea and let it caramelize. I'm telling you, this is the greatest drink of all-time -- like a combination of iced tea and heroin. I drank two glasses at Gene's Seafood on Tuesday, then went outside and picked up a Pontiac Firebird over my head.

Being the southern born and raised man I am, nothing do I take for granted more than the presence of sweet tea (is there any other kind) with my meals. Poor Yank just don't know what he's been missing his whole life.