Oh you soiled masses, huddling with your picnic fries and Botato Rounds, I hear what you are saying. As a fast-food chain, they make a fine sweet tea. But the best? No. That distinction, in my weathered opinion, belongs to Drake’s Duck-In on Main Street. Every morning, my publisher has to start his day with one, and not a day goes by I don’t either get one myself (after breakfast) or sip a colleague’s (she’s kind that way, knowing I’m a junkie in need of a sugar fix). It isn’t tea — it’s magic. I’m certain it has restorative properties, and it may even give your libido a charge, though I can’t say that for certain as I don’t have any studies in front of me at the moment to confirm that. Still, try it for yourself. Only then will you realize the folly of elevating the tasty but unenlightened beverage you gulp to wash down your chicken and fixin’s.