Originally Posted by
Khedrac
I suspect my parents would have agreed. Both spent a fair chunk of the 1950s in West Africa where they caught the taste for iced coffee.
Dad would drink it black, unsweetened from the fridge - he would make a pot of coffee in the morning (ground coffee, a mixture of dark roast and French roast to get the right amount of chicory), let it cool down, then place it in the fridge.
Mum would have it hot with milk for breakfast, but then switched to cold black for the rest of the day.
(Is it any wonder that I don't life the flavour of coffee?)