Let me now sing praises to this cherry limeade.
It is not often, in fact it is seldom, that I find something I think this fabulous. For fabulous it was. Oh, I will be back. They can bet on it. A hamburger place in town, not even a mom & pop place, where you might expect to find something this good, but a place whose hamburgers are pretty terrific also - I'd seen them make this before, noticed they used actual real limes, unlike some of those other places that just use Sprite, and they shall remain nameless; I'd watched them squeeze the juice out of several limes into a cup, thinking how I should try one someday, thinking that it would still no doubt be too sweet, that they were probably adding sugar unbeknownst to me, behind my prying eyes, but oh no. They weren't. The perfect tartness, and oh, oh! I love me some tartness! My mouth is still tasting it, my tastebuds still all ajitter with such perfection. Lordy. I was like Sally in When Harry Met Sally, but I really meant all my oohing and aaahing, no faking on my part. Next time I will get a size smaller because I know I will drink it all up, just like today - my tummy all pooched out with sheer pleasure.
Such an unexpected surprise.
My mouth smiled on the inside.