Aaaahhhh, Sonic ice. Let me try to describe it, although mere words can't do it justice.
Picture yourself as a life-long ice cruncher. You don't know why, but whenever you have an iced beverage, YOU MUST CRUNCH. Picture your dental bills as, one after the other, all four of your back teeth, and two others as well, break and have to be crowned because you've chewed large chunks of ice with them. Now, you meander past a Sonic one day. Maybe you've seen their commercial, maybe you're intrigued by the architecture, maybe you just want to see if someone's going to fall on their behind while trying to roller skate your order out the door.
So you order a drink. And here it comes - a delicious frosty taste of heaven, with loads of small, crunchable pellets. Picture flake ice like they would use to keep the seafood cool at your grocery store, pressed into little pencil-eraser size pellets. Easy to chew, easy to suck on, not too big to tuck a few between cheek and gum if you've got a little tobacco fantasy going.
It's divine stuff, that Sonic ice. I'm crunching some right now, and I'll probably swing by on my way back home from taking DD to gymnastics.
As I said before, I'm totally addicted to Sonic ice. Tag fairy, feel free to note that if you so desire.
Sonic ice is one of the wonders of the modern world. Someone should write a sonnet about it....