At Lil' Dizzy's on Esplanade.
For those of you who don't know, there ain't a whole lot of sweet tea where I'm at right now. One of the greatest cultural shocks of moving to this cultural jewel of the South was the fact that folks here call me "hillbilly" and "the closest thing to a redneck they know," and that when I ask for tea at a restaurant, it comes as a shock that I have to sweeten it myself. I have been here 10 months, and you'd think I would have learned by now.
From my nuanced palate of the 'house wine of the South', the best in New Orleans can be found at Dunbar's, which is simply so sweet you may pass out when the sugar high fades after lunch. The brew you can consume at Elizabeth's in the bywater is acceptable and tasty. Sweet tea flavored beverages can be found at Voodoo BBQ or Raising Cane's. For the sake of reputations and friendships, we'll not discuss what happened at the burrito stand when some sort of concoction labeled 'sweet tea' was made without my direct consultation and involvement.
But the winner of the 'most like home' sweet tea belongs to Lil' Dizzy's on Esplanade. Not too sweet, not too thin: jus' right. The kind of sweet tea that turns a crappy morning into a fine day and defines why we serve the stuff around sustenence we label 'soul food.'
Yeah, it is that important.