the middle eastern pseudoequivalent of coke (i presume) and source of many hilarious and wholly immature jokes traded between myself and my friends and coworkers. available at the mediterranean grocery store, on park ave off of highland st. in all fairness cockta is one of the "ringers" (cockta ringers? heheheheh) i mentioned in my previous post, i've had it before (although only once) (heheheheh) so this is not going to be a complete blindside. nonetheless. we begin.
ow oh god i forgot it's not a twist off. i just shredded a good portion of my hand meat trying to crank my cockta off. (heh)
i defy you to find that sentence anywhere else in the blogiverse. i digress.
okay. bottle opener time. here we go.
it's... well, jesus, it's not THAT foul. it kind of tastes more like dr. pepper than coke, and although i can understand the appeal of trying to recreate the single most popular beverage in the world i still think "dr. cockta" (dr. cocktapus HEHEHEHEHH) would be a better name for it. it's super sugary but it really has a... planty, kind of pruney taste to it that reminds me of a tea more than a straight just sugar/water/chemical soda concoction.
from the side of the can: "ingredients: carbonated water [natch], sugar, a mixture of plant extracts [how delightfully vague], citric acid, caramel colour, flavouring [love the euro spelling], preservative. oh dear it looks here like this supposedly "middle eastern" beverage i've been blathering about is actually from the proud nation of Slovenia! another blow struck for sloppy amateur journalism!
okay time for another taste.
you know what? it's not awful. really, i can't imagine drinking it ALL the time or anything but i've had worse, and will have MUCH worse before this voyage is over, so what the hell. let's give cockta a tentative thumbs up (heh), for context if nothing else. there's your ringing endorsement...
"COCKTA: IT DOESN'T TASTE THAT BAD" (HHHHEHEHHHEHEHHEHHHEHHEHE)
the preceding message brought to you by the national tourism board of the nation of slovenia
okay kids, time to press on. this first outing was but a test...the true dangers lie in wait, much further down the road. but fear not. in the words of bob burden...
FORTUNE FAVORS THE BOLD
see you next time
love
d
