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Despite its name, the Long Island Iced Tea has about as much to do with tea as our host has with teetotalism. Indeed, there's not a single drop of Earl Grey or Darjeeling in this bad boy. It's a masterclass in misdirection, the Houdini of highballs, if you will. A boozy Trojan Horse masquerading as a refreshing summer sipper, only to unleash its spirited fury once inside the gates of your palate. And Dan is here to tell you all about its history and preparation... in roughly the amount of time it takes to find a window seat on the Long Island Railroad.