Proof is in da puddin' yo.
Actually, back in the day, when I was a real young kid, and I moved across the country to live in Boston because of a woman and a job in fashion, it was well before the 3rd wave coffee scene had really exploded, and I recall days where I drank some DD iced coffee. For what it is, I can appreciate it. Never could stomach the donuts, though. But there was one right next to this pizza parlor I used to get whole chicken and garlic pies from for like $10. I never knew pizza could be so good for so cheap until I moved out there. Alas...the fires of my young love (for women nor fashion) could not withstand those icy winters.