For those of you who are from the South -- or, if you're anything like me, have spent an inordinate amount of time in South -- you're probably well aware that despite the best efforts of some of the most talented culture gormandizers, restaurateurs and chefs in the country, New York still can't produce certain Southern culinary cooking the way the Real McCoy can. There's an egregious lack of chicken biscuits available in this town. Sure, you can get your Cheerwine fix, but do you really want to have to go to the B & T fratboy-infested Brother Jimmy's for one? The BBQ in this town? Pretty good. The grits, the scrapple, the important sides? Not so much. But one place, it seems, has managed to transport a solid Sweet Tea to this town, packaging and all.