Sunday, March 15, 2009

Weird and guilty pleasures


I love soda.

Whether you call it pop, soda, or choose to go back in time and use the archaic expression "phosphate" I will join you in one and pronounce them all bubbly and delicious! In fact, some of my oldest and favorite memories take place at a parlor that was called "Loud and Jackson's" that catered to not only ice cream enthusiasts but also carbonated beverage lovers like me. There you could order up the phosphate of your dreams: vanilla, cherry, lemon, lime, orange, pineapple, strawberry, grape, chocolate or any combination! You could even mix and match them with ice creams if you liked that sort of thing. Paradise.

Today our options are limited and quite frankly that annoys the heck out of me and I sit here sipping my Diet Sunkist longing for something else.

True, if you live in Michigan you can get Faygo in those wonderful strawberry, grape or key lime flavors, but I am stuck here in New Jersey where I can't even find a decent bottle of ginger ale, ok! There is no Vernor's in New Jersey and you can only get Faygo in orange or orange if you can find it at all and orange was never their strong suit. So there! Nehi is but a distant memory, too.

So I have to slake my thirst with colas, with diet-rite's smeasley collection of less bubbly flavors that do not tickle my nose, and hope for New Jerseyans to develop a broader definition of soda.

Sigh.

Suggestions welcome.

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