In the South East, they bring you sweetened (usually far too sweetened for my tastes) iced tea. This is amazingly universal.
I live in NC and have been probing the border for years.
For “nicer” restaurants, the universal sweet tea boundary seems to be precisely at the NC/VA border.
They show me a QR code laminated onto the table. Then I ask if they have a paper menu, and they sheepishly say no. Then I ask them what kind of tea they have, and they list a bunch of things involving citrus. Then I buy one of the citrus monstrosities to be polite, and never go there again.
Then I go home and make some basic green tea, and I follow the steeping instructions because overstepped green tea makes me nauseous.
I wish we only had a dystopian future and not the dystopian present.
Anyhow, I don’t see how my kid doesn’t have it worse.