Oh my, do I have history with ice coffee. In Cambodia, three years ago, I drank so many iced coffees (served with sweetened condensed milk) at my guesthouse that the staff nicknamed me Eyes Milk Coffee. I would order two at once, drink the first one in one gulp, laze over the second one and be wired for hours afterwards. I was never able to replicate the exact same thing when I moved into an apartment - and would often wake up in the middle of the night dreaming about how nice it would be to hold a cold glass of ice milk coffee to my cheek.
Oh my, do I have history with ice coffee. In Cambodia, three years ago, I drank so many iced coffees (served with sweetened condensed milk) at my guesthouse that the staff nicknamed me Eyes Milk Coffee. I would order two at once, drink the first one in one gulp, laze over the second one and be wired for hours afterwards. I was never able to replicate the exact same thing when I moved into an apartment - and would often wake up in the middle of the night dreaming about how nice it would be to hold a cold glass of ice milk coffee to my cheek.