As a certified city dweller, I am no stranger to the tap water lifestyle. When I lived in New York City, this wasn’t a problem, per se; the concrete jungle is known for its pristine drinking water, delivered fresh from the reservoirs upstate. If you live anywhere near London, however, you'll know just how horrible the hard water can taste. And served tepid, it's even worse.
Tired of refilling ice trays, I eventually graduated to a large pitcher, which I filled once in the morning and put in the fridge. But I sometimes struggled to lift the jug off the top shelf, and often spilled water onto the floor when I poured. I never really looked for a substitute for this method; as cumbersome as it could be, it got the job done. And it felt, well... my only option in a very small, very old city apartment.
