Chinese Coke sucks. And yet, year after year I continue to drink it because – just like the Rolexes and Pradas – it’s as close as I can get to the real thing in this country. I’ve heard that in Atlanta there’s a Coke museum where you can taste the different Coke formulations from around the world. My question: why? Don’t mess with perfection, people. If I have one great weakness, one love, one thing that can make me happy when I otherwise feel like crap, it’s good ol’ American classic Coke. Asking me to work a tradeshow on this shit is kinda like asking my car to run on water.
But they do still have old-fashioned pop-tops, which is kinda cool.