fry sauce and 3.2 beer

while stopped for lunch in Delta, Utah along Hwy 50 'the loneliest road in America', I overheard the following drink order from the table behind me

Waitress: What can I get you to drink?
Man: Well, I'm not sure what my wife wants, but I'll have an iced coffee.
Waitress: Iced coffee? You know, we just had a lady ask for that and I don't know what it is.
Man: ...well...you just fill a glass up with ice and ...pour the coffee in.
Waitress: Wow, alright.

as I sat there waiting for my food I thought about how disconnected from American pop-culture this young woman must be. I also thought that I wouldn't mind being in that position. but you 'd at least think she would have seen an ad for iced coffee on TV...

at dinner that night I learned that Central Utah's best keep [sic] secret is ...HomeSpun Love.... they had provided the décor for the establishment and placed fliers on the tables to inform you of their products and location. it then occurred to me that the phrase 'best kept secret' is anoxymoronn. no one would know about a best kept secret, right? this town didn't have a traffic light and all local directions were given with respect to the 4-way stop.

please pardon our dust,
dg