Well, not really, but that’s what Coke wants you to think. When I was in junior high, my Dad and I took our old Dodge grain truck on a road trip. Which was a little sketchy, because the steering would randomly start shaking and you weren’t quite sure if the truck would stay on the road. We were headed to a little town 5-6 hours away to trade in the truck for a newer one with steering that didn’t shake. You’d think that would be the type of trip that would interest my brother, since it has to do with trucks and stuff, but he can’t sit still in one spot that long. I could. Anyway, we got there, waited a few extra hours for our truck to be ready, even though it was supposed to be ready and headed home. We had to stop to put gas in at this dilapidated old gas station and in the back there was this REALLY old fridge. And inside were bottles of pop in glass bottles. I have no idea how old they were, but it was summer and they were cold. So we got them. And then we had to stop for night, which wasn’t exactly planned, but the truck delay set us back a whole bunch of hours, but we made it home.
A friend’s dad has always maintained that Coke in glass bottles tastes best. And I am inclined to agree. And now, occasionally you can actually find it in the store. Though they are in much smaller bottles. When my brother moved out, he left two of his souvenir bottles behind, one from Greece (on the left) and one from Paraguay (in the middle). I haven’t opened them yet to see if they taste the same as the Canadian one (on the right), but I might one of these days.